“I think Jason had a plan, Pete went to bodyguard him, and John went because the other place sounded even more boring.”
“Yeah, that sounds like one of our plans.”
“We are not calling her Bag of Dicks.”
“No, we are not calling her Bag of Dicks.”
“I just wanted to get that out up front.”
“Yes, actually, I think Pete has nailed it. It’s the Irish Brogue-ade.”
“We can use Fearless to find Danger!”
“No.”
“So there’s no barghest rehabilitiation center…?”
“There’s not a no-kill barghest shelter.”
“It tried to kill us!”
“It was misguided! It just hadn’t met us yet!”
“So, what, are we going to take it out back and Old Yeller it?”
“Not learning anything is information.”
“No, it’s actually the exact opposite.”
“Are you trying to come up with a Viking death for this stupid not-dog?!”
“We’d oil it, but the oil is made of people.”
“My wheelchair is greased with the souls of the dead!”
“Irish. Fighting even when they’re agreeing.”
“So a couple of people that don’t have a claim to this thing are trading the thing they don’t have.”
“Are we talking about the dog on the short end of the leash or the dog on the long end of the leash? Because the one on the short end is better behaved.”
“I could have taken a couple.”
“Out for drinks?”
“And you can tell it’s German because of the scar and the eyepatch.”
“Can I play the demolitionist?”
“The?”
“Wait, why does the demolition droid only have six fingers?”
“Did you say it’s his responsibility as a boobie-goer?”
“I will accept the responsibility of being a boobie-goer.”
“Protect the box, but do not open the box.”
“You think it’ll take five minutes?”
“I would have it open already.”
[explaining trolling to the two Irish]
“Do you live under a bridge?”
“I… have woken up under a bridge.”