I do love ponies.

oh, good point.

“ – wanna make out?”

“perfect. whiskey or vodka? if you say goodbye to everyone for the both of us, i’ll go grab it. we meet up near the library in… ten minutes?”

“thomas, is this WORTH it? you stay inside, lose everyone out there, keep me. or… you go out. you move on. i’ll always be with you – you know that.”

“i’ve had better times – you know, we could always just steal one of the bottles and sneak off. i doubt anyone would notice.”

“y’know, there’s no point in being that miserable about it. lighten up, tommy. we’re stuck out here for a while – might as well make the best of it.”

“i know, thomas. – i know. but plans change. and you know everyone’s worried about you…”

“you look MISERABLE, tommy. seriously. if you wanna go – i don’t want to force you to stay here.”

“and i think YOU forgot how sarcasm works, sweetheart. come on, it’s gonna get dark soon.”

Thomas: I knew it! Teresa is a nice, hot, sweet, caring, hot person.

Newt: You said hot twice.