Grian: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Scott: You're a hazard to society.
Joel: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
Scott: I trust Grian.
Joel: You think he knows what he's doing?
Scott: I wouldn't go that far.
Grian: What did you do with Scott's body?
Joel: What didn't I do with the body?
Grian:...
Joel: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.
Joel: What do you think Grian will do for a distraction?
Scott: He'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I'd do.
*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
Scott: ...or he could do that.
Joel: Why are you on the floor?
Scott: I'm depressed.
Scott: Also I was stabbed, can you get Grian, please.
Grian: Scott, can you pass the salt?
Scott: *Throws Joel across the table*
Scott: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Joel: I'm a knife.
Grian, from across the room: He's the little spoon.
Grian: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?
Joel, turning to Scott: How tall are you?
Grian: You have to apologize to Scott.
Joel: Fine.
Joel: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.
Scott: Grian, my old arch enemy.
Joel: I thought I was your arch enemy!
Scott: I have a life outside of you, Joel.
Scott: I told Grian his ears flush when he lies.
Joel: Why?
Scott: Look.
Scott: Hey Grian, do you love us?
Grian, covering his ears: No.
Scott: My life is in the hands of an idiot!
Grian, motioning to himself and Joel: No no no no no, TWO idiots!
Scott: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me.
Grian: Okay, but in my defense, Joel bet me 50 cents I couldn't drink all that shampoo.
Scott: That's not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!
