Eddie: Will you at least take me out to dinner?!
Richie: Sorry, i dont go out with married men
Eddie: But im YOUR husband
Richie: I make no exceptions
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Eddie: Will you at least take me out to dinner?!
Richie: Sorry, i dont go out with married men
Eddie: But im YOUR husband
Richie: I make no exceptions

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stan: i hate it when people say "if you think this is better then sex, you've clearly never had good sex" like no, clearly you've just never had good lasagna
eddie: if you take an adderall and an antidepressant at the same time, you're brain takes a screenshot
richie, pouring five hour energy into a fourloco: have you ever tried a nine loco?
bev: at this point, you should just grow up and do coke
pennywise: the next person to say "mood" or "same" or "me" after i make a threat will be thrown out of the window onto the solid concrete
richie: mood
bev: same
bill: me

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ben and bev: *holding hands*
richie walking behind them: oh haha look at us, we're young and happy and in love and not broken inside get FUCKED!
kidnapper: i have your son
stan: i don't have a son
kidnapper: what? then who just asked for strawberry milk and a peanut butter sandwich with the crust cut off?
stan, turning to the losers: shit, guys they have eddie
stan: richie, could you please open the spaghetti sauce?
richie: yeah
richie: *smashes the jar on the counter and dumbs it into the saucepan*
ben: richie, there's glass in it
richie: adds to the texture
stan:
ben:
the rest of the losers:
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