Eddie: I’m Sad.

Finney: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!

Bruce: Mind your language!

Finney: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Bruce:

Finney: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Robin: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Steve: You were flirting with Nancy.

Robin: So what? She’s my wife.

Steve: You asked her if she was single.

Robin: And?

Steve: And then you sobbed when she said she wasn’t.

Robin: …

Steve: You can't wake up if you never got to sleep.

Eddie: holy shit your right

Robin, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Finney, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Eddie: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi!

Mike: Eddie, NO!

Robin: How did you even get in here?

Dustin: Eddie's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Dustin's door"!

Eddie: I’m closing the window.

Bruce: What’s this?

Robin: My to-do list.

Bruce: Oh? That’s great. You’re starting to get organiz—

Bruce: This just says 'finney.'

Robin, drunk: It's drunk and I'm late. We better sneak in quietly.

Robin, falling: Oh, floor, you're always there for me. So supportive.

Robin: Not like walls and staircases, always getting in my way.

Steve, on the top of the stairs: *watching Robin cuddle with a rug*

Everyone is like griffin is just a baby "THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HE IS A FUCKING GREMLIN"

SEE ✨ GRIMLIN ✨

Steve: So, Munson is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Robin: Why?

Steve: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Eddie, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.