*Frank having a group therapy session with the 118*
Frank: What do we say when something doesn’t go our way?
Buck: That’s homophobic.
Hen: God forbid women do anything.
Chim: Racism persists.
Eddie: They hate seeing a twink succeed.
Frank, furiously writing on his notepad: No, you do not.
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Hen: How long are we gonna stand here and let him do that?
Chim: Until it stops being funny.
Eddie: He'll get there eventually.
Buck: Just give him a minute. He's trying.
Ravi: *pushing on a door which says pull*
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*Buck and Eddie after the ambulance blew up*
Eddie: You are a badass under pressure.
Buck: Who, me?
Eddie, distracted by Buck's arms: Yeah man, you can blow my back any day.
Buck, immediately: I will blow your back every day.
Eddie: What?
Buck: What?
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Eddie: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it's “intelligent” and “really cool”.
Eddie: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.
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Buck: I was told I’ll never be good at poetry because I’m dyslexic.
Buck: But so far I’ve made three jugs and a vase, and they’re lovely.
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