boy named sue

Stiles: Dude, is that even a real question? Always onion rings.

Stiles: The diner must have curly fries. That's my only demand.

Stiles: Your words just caressed my soul.

Stiles: Dude! I'm glad. You and me, we should find a diner or something, make that our default hang out place, you know?

Stiles: Maybe I meant Bootylicious or something. That's a good one, right?

Stiles: Kidding. Love you too, man. Next year's gonna be pretty awesome, right?

Stiles: Okay, so I might have been half asleep when I texted that. I think I meant a different song of hers. Whatever - point is, you can't be replaced.

Stiles: See? Irreplaceable. Beyoncé wrote a song about you and everything.

Isaac: Stiles, the song literally goes "I can have another you in a minute" and "don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable."

Stiles: No fair! There's no one I could ever possibly know that wears as many scarves as you. I'd be left behind in the dust without my own rebound. ;(

Stiles: Stranger things have happened, you know. But thanks. You better not replace me either.

Stiles: Kind of weird. He's like her alpha, but he's also sort of whipped when it comes to her. She better not be replacing me, is all I'm saying.

Stiles: Not for long though, especially if you come to visit.

Stiles: Which you will, 'cause I will accept no less, dude.

Stiles: At least she doesn't slobber all over your neck, right?

Stiles: He'll warm up, you'll see.

Stiles: Yeah, she's a beast. Cute and fluffy, but man, when she jumps on you, you either go down or by some miracle you only stumble back seven feet.

Stiles: I'm inviting you over anyway - he doesn't have to do a thing but sit there and be civil. Anyway, I don't see why Fish couldn't go.

Isaac: Civil Derek is silence, which I guess is best in this case.

Stiles: He better not, or I'll kick his ass.

Stiles: I think you're smarter than you think you are, man. I think you should go to college if you want to, or get a job if you want - but don't do it just for him, you know? If you go up to New York for college, you and me, we'll drive down and visit him whenever you guys want, alright?

Stiles: Just don't write yourself off yet.

Stiles: Why does he want distance?

Isaac: I... don't know. But he's not going to break it off with me again, he knows how bad it hurt the last time.