Tony: On A Scale From 1 To 10, How Are You Feeling?

Tony: On a scale from 1 to 10, how are you feeling?

Peter: Well you know when you’re sleeping and your body does that fake falling thing?

Tony: I don’t see how that describes anything...

Peter: I know but I spent most of my afternoon thinking about that.

Tony:

Tony: I’m just gonna put a 3 again...

Peter: Do you ever just...

Peter: *folds like a beach chair*

Harley: Yup *proceeds to fold like a beach chair*

Tony: Um.....pardon me??

Peter: You know, you could consider me like a barbie scooter.

Tony: Elaborate?

Peter: Fabulous and unstable 😀

Tony: I’m firing your therapist—

Peter: May just made seven layer bean dip, you want some?

Tony: Sorry kid, I don’t like beans.

Peter, eyes boring into Tony’s soul: ...Who the fuck doesn’t like beans.

Texting:

Peter: *sends a picture of a guy throwing a fidget spinner*

Peter: Consider this a warning

Peter: Oh wrong number, sorry.

Tony: Who was that for?

Tony: Peter who the fuck was that for??

Tony: Kid, for the love of God, stop being reckless and getting yourself nearly killed.

Peter: Why’d you have to say that?? You saying that makes me want to do it even more!!

Tony, exasperated: What is wRONG WITH YOU—