it's gattaca, babes

vincent, to eugene: are you alright?

eugene: we are? vincent, why didn't you tell me? i would've put my book down.

vincent, using eugene's samples: im literally the guy in the pic

eugene, angry and handing him a glass of ice: wait.

eugene, not looking up from his book: dollar.

eugene: i am the view.

eugene: im ignoring that as well

eugene: fucking getting here, vincent

eugene: we've been asking ourselves the same thing for two years

Vincent: You cried when i told you i was married

vincent, sweating: taxes

irene: congratulations, you're officially the last to know

eugene: oh you mean in people?

vincent: ...yes

vincent: he's very sweet

eugene: it was me. i burned my hand so i broke it. i predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. good. it was getting a little chummy around here.