Trashmouth & Spaghetti

Richie: I love you.

Richie: I mean I hate you.*

Richie: Stupid autocorrect.

Richie: *filling out a form*

Richie: Stan, what’s an occupation?

Stan: It’s what you do.

Richie: I’ve been dropping subtle hints that I like Eddie.

Eddie: *walks by*

Richie: I’ve already sent good vibes your way. They’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Eddie: Richie and I have the kind of relationship where we finish each other’s-

Richie: -sentences.

Eddie: We need a distraction.

Bill: Who is good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Richie: Everything’s going to be fine. It’s just a crush.

Eddie: Hey Rich.

Richie: We need to get through this locked door. Eddie, give me your credit card.

Eddie: Here.

Richie: What if “It’s Raining Men” and “Let the Bodies Hit the Floor” are both about the same event but from different perspectives?

Eddie: Are you okay?

Richie: Yeah, why?

Richie: Chillax!

Eddie: That’s not a word.

Bill: What are you reading?

Richie: A book of things I love.

Bill: Rich, that’s just a photo album of Eddie.

Eddie: Oh, fiddlesticks.

Bill: How dumb do they think we are?

- driving -

Richie: Can I ask a question?

Eddie: Only if it’s important.

Richie: Do owls have eyelashes?

Eddie:

Richie:

Eddie: Why are you like this?