“Say something nice. I’m your boyfriend, I’m entitled to a few compliments.”

“. . .Chefmond is gonna be so pissed.”

“You can relax. . .I’m not gonna paint you ugly.”

“ . . .God, you're making this so much harder!”

"I missed you."

“Stick with me, punk.”

“Don't look so nervous. I said you and me, not that I'm gonna do anything. . .Unless you want me to.”

“What the hell, do you actually live like this?”

“Yeah. Honestly, I'm not surprised.”

"I'm not asking because I care whether you get home on time. I'm asking because this area is unsafe."

“I’m about to scream loud as .”

“Because air fryers, man, honestly got to be like in the top five human inventions of all time . . ."

“Whoa, whoa! Easy! Easy! . . . Please don’t throw anything else! I-I promise I’m not here to rob you!”

“. . . Spicy things are ranked on something called ‘The Scoville Scale’ . . ."

“I just need to get it right. That’s it. I just need—”

“Okay, alright . . . this is serious. Don’t play with me.”

“Let me guess—you were too distracted by how fire the food is to even start, right? Happens a lot.”