Buck with his breakup beard: Were you listening to me at all? Eddie: No, I was fantasizing about beard burn. Buck: What? Eddie: Huh?
Buck, holding Eddie's face tenderly and looking into his eyes: I WILL DEFY BIOLOGY AND GET YOU PREGNANT.
Eddie, blushing: Ah.
Chim: Do you like my top?
Hen: I love it, it’s so colorful and bright but still elegant.
Eddie: What about mine?
Hen: Yes, Buck seems like a nice man.
Eddie, gasping and blushing: Henrietta!!
Maddie: I see you're taking the break-up well.
Buck: I've been on this baking kick, any time I get the urge to call Tommy, I channel the impulse into something positive.
Chim: That's very healthy and smells delicious.
Buck: You guys are taking home a lemon loaf, a walnut loaf and a pumpkin loaf.
Maddie: Maybe that's too many loaves-
Buck: So I should call him?
Maddie: No! Just forget the past, think of the future and trust the universe is bringing you a special person...
*Maddie looking at the many photos of Eddie and Chris on the fridge*
Maddie: Maybe the universe already has, and you just haven't noticed them yet.
Chim: Also don't stop baking, keep the loaves coming please.
*Eddie looking around the firehouse*
Hen: Did you lose something?
Chim: Let us help, what are you looking for?
Eddie: Oh just my will to live.
*Buck and Chris walking in*
Eddie, smiling: Thanks guys but I just found it!
Eddie, on a call with Karen: I can’t make it to wine night.
Maddie, in the background: Boo, you whore.
Karen: Eddie, you promised.
Eddie: I know, I know, but Buck fell asleep.
Karen: Then leave him a note and come over.
Eddie, gently brushing Buck’s curls: He fell asleep on my lap and I really don’t want to wake him up.
Hen: You’ve been charged with, breaking into a pet store?
Buck: I thought the animals might be lonely.
Chim: It says here that you also had an accomplice?
Eddie: In my defense, those puppies looked like they needed a hug.
Eddie: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Buck, he's perfect.
Buck: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a raccoon.
Chim: That's not even toxic, that's just an ambitious task, and I will support you in this endeavor.
Eddie: I'm not sexually frustrated.
Buck: I yelled at you from across the room, and you moaned.
Eddie: Maybe I find your commanding voice attractive? Mind your own business.
Hen: Bobby is gonna kill us, or worse, he's gonna put us on different shifts.
Chim: Do not panic we saved our best idea for last!
Eddie: Wait if it was our best idea, why did we save it for last?
Buck: Because we didn’t know it was our best idea until all our other ideas turned out to be terrible.
Hen: If you don’t get enough sleep, then how do you even function?
Eddie: I run on three fuels; spite, coffee and chocolate.
*Buck, hugging him from behind and kissing his neck*
Eddie, blushing: Ok, maybe there's a fourth fuel.
Chim: You wanted to talk?
Eddie: How do I know if I like Buck more than a friend.
Chim: I don’t know man, does he make your heart race?
Eddie: I have anxiety, everything makes my heart beat faster.
*Buck texting Eddie at night*
Buck: Are you showering?
Eddie: No.
Buck: Without me?
Eddie: I’m not showering.
Chim: Eddie, would you rather fight a really buff nerd or a jock who listens to jazz?
Eddie: Guys, a little help here.
Hen: Hmm, the nerd would have a lot of pent-up anger and might pretend you are his dad.
Buck: But because of the jock’s exposure to jazz music, his attack patterns and movements are a lot less predictable.
Eddie: I guess I'd fight the jock.
Chim: Elaborate.
Eddie: The buff nerd might not know how to fight at all and only got buffed as a deterrent from getting bullied.
Chim: So you choose the one who might put up a fight?
Eddie: Well yes, I'd want the fight to be fair and fun. The jock is at least physically coordinated enough to belong to a team, and adding the fact that they like jazz might make him unpredictable enough in the fight that I could even lose.
Eddie: Please don’t kill me, I have a boyfriend.
Robber: Do you think I care about that?
Eddie: No, this is not a plea for mercy. It is a warning.
Robber: What do you-
Buck, running at them with a chainsaw: ARE YOU READY TO DIE?!
Eddie: You better run.
Eddie: So what’s for dinner?
Buck: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise!
Eddie: Is it soup?
Buck: I soup-pose it could be!
Eddie: Please, enough with the soup puns!
Buck: Wow, you’re soup-per mean when you're hungry.
Eddie: Stop!
*Two hours later*
Eddie: It was a fucking lasagna all along???
Buck: What are you guys doing in the fridge?
Eddie: Hey babe, we’re making a cake.
Buck: I don't remember this step in the recipe Bobby wrote down.
Chim: The recipe said to chill in the fridge for 1 hour, and we have 15 minutes left to go, so close the door, please.