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Ryan: How often are you supposed to tell someone you love them? Brendon: When you feel it. Ryan: I love you. Brendon: I love you too- Ryan: I love you. Brendon: Ry- Ryan: I love you. Brendon: What are y- Ryan: I love- Brendon, covering Ryan's mouth with a hand: What's with you? Ryan: *muffled* I love you.
Ryan: Vicky, wait, is there no way we can get rid of Shane? Vicky: Not without cause, Ryan! Ryan: I have cause! Ryan: It is beCAUSE I hate him.
Brendon: So, I know you’re Ryan’s best friend, and I- Sisky: Did he say that, did you get that on tape? Brendon: Noo, I- Sisky: No, he didn’t say that or no, you didn’t get it on tape? Sisky: Doesn’t matter, either way you screwed up big time.
Somewhere on the Pearls tour:
Gabe, groaning, waking up: ...Vicky? Vicky, screaming, falling off the bed: Gabe! Vicky: What are you doing in my room?! Gabe, scoffs: What are you talking about, this is my room! Vicky: Well, what the fuck are you doing in your room? Gabe: Well I was trying to sleep until you starting pounding on the door. Vicky, visibly horrified: Gabe: I finally let you in and you flaked out on the bed. Vicky: Oh my god. Vicky: Are you naked under there? Gabe, laughing: Honey, what I do in the privacy of my sheets is my own business. Vicky, praying: Oh, no. No. God, no!
Sisky: Ryan. Ryan? Ryan: Sisky: I want you to be the godfather to my child. Ryan: ...what? Sisky: Well it's a no brainer, Ryan. I mean, we're best friends! Ryan: Yeah, but are we?
Ryan, apologising to Jon: After you fell asleep, Sisky really laid into me. Ryan: It was brutal. [Some hours earlier] Sisky: I gotta say, Ryan, this time, I think you're only 99% right. Ryan: *gasps*
Ryan: Next step is to fold in the cheese. Sisky, frantically stirring: What does that mean? What does fold in the cheese mean? Ryan, scoffing: You fold it in. Sisky: I understand that, but how? How do you fold it? Sisky: Do you fold it in half? Like a piece of paper and drop it in the pot, or what do you do? Ryan: Sisky, I cannot show you everything. Sisky, still stirring: Okay, well cAN yOU SHOW ME ONE THING?
throam!Ryan when Brendon gets sick
