Ritchie : I Failed My Safety Training Course Today.

Aftermath of being kidnapped

Person a: robin

Person b: Finney

Person c: the grabber

Grabber: Tell me your name, boy.

Finney: …McLovin.

Grabber: …McLovin?

Finney: Yeah.

Grabber: McLovin? What kind of a stupid name is that? What, are you trying to be an Irish R&B singer?

Grabber: *throws newspaper at Finney* You gave me the stupidest fake name.

Finney: I had to pick on the spot!

Grabber: And you landed on McLovin?

Finney: Yeah. It was between that and Muhammad.

Grabber:

Grabber: Why the fuck would it between that and Muhammad?! Why don’t you just pick a common name like a normal person?!

Finney: “Muhammad” is the most commonly used name on Earth! Read a fucking book for once!

Grabber: Finney, have you actually ever met anyone named “Muhammad”?

Finney: Have you actually ever met anyone named “McLovin”?

Grabber: No! That’s why you picked a dumb fucking name!

Finney: Fuck you!

Grabber: You didn’t even give me a first name, you just said “McLovin”! One name? One name? Who are you, Seal?

Finney: No, I am McLovin.

Grabber: No, you’re not! No one’s McLovin! McLovin’s never existed because that’s a made-up, dumb, fucking fairy tale name, you fuck!

Finney: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Robin: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Max: Some people are like slinkies.

Dustin: What?

Max: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.

Dustin:

Dustin: Please don't push Mike down the stairs-

Max, pushing mike down the stairs: Too late.

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

Steve: *phone rings*

Robin, looking at the screen: You call your dad "daddy"?

Steve, maintaining intense eye contact: Hey, Eddie.

Finney: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!

Bruce: Mind your language!

Finney: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Bruce:

Finney: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Finney: Goodnight moon.

Finney: Goodnight tree.

Finney: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

Bruce: HELP! I TOLD VANCE I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Robin, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?