#grace wolfe

[neighborhood-goblin]

Marty: Look, I know you think my judgment's clouded because I like Louie a little bit—

Grace: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Marty: No! That’s our joint tombstone.

Grace: My mistake.

[neighborhood-goblin]

Grace: I relate to Belle because she loves to read books and loves people for their souls.

Marty: I relate to Tinkerbell because she needs attention or she dies.

[neighborhood-goblin]

Louie: I think Houdini did something like this once! If I remember correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Grace, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

[neighborhood-goblin]

Grace: I’m easy going

Marty: I once saw you use a ruler to measure a different ruler

Grace: It was off by half a centimeter! It should have never been in circulation!

[neighborhood-goblin]

Grace gets so tired of hearing Marty and Luther rant about each other to her (she’s like the only other close friend either of them have) and it’s gotten to the point where it’s like

Marty: Grace did you know-

Grace: Yes, I did know that Luther is so cute, and yes you’ve told me how much you love it when he makes his confused face, and I’m aware of how cute you think his freckles are. 

but sometimes it’s also like

Luther: Marty is-

Grace: Yes I know Marty is the only person for you, you love him so so so so so much and could not bear to be without him, I KNOW.

Luther: I was going to say that Marty is drowning and I don’t know cpr but ok whatever

@subrosasteath 

[neighborhood-goblin]

Wolfe: Settle down and have kids they said.

Marty, from the kitchen: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

Luther: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI FLAMETHROWER!!

Grace: It’s called a fire extinguisher. A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!

[Glass shatters, something explodes, someone screams]

Wolfe: It’ll be fun they said

[neighborhood-goblin]

Marty: I’m rescuing you

Grace, tied to a chair: Cool, do you have a plan?

Marty: If I stop for long enough to think about what I’m actually doing I’m going to have a panic attack

Grace: I’m taking command of this rescue

Marty: Please

[neighborhood-goblin]

Grace, to Dylan: I love laying my head on your chest when you’re sleeping so I can listen to your heartbeat.

Marty to Luther: I recorded you snoring so you can hear how fucking loud you are and realize why I can’t fucking sleep.