Jack: Have you seen Spot?
Davey: Who?
Jack: Short, strong, runs Brooklyn?
Davey: …
Jack: Looks like if Sunday was a person?
Davey: Oh yeah! He just left!
Davey: Racetrack, if you’re reading this…
Jack: Can Race read?
Davey: Albert, if you’re reading this to Racetrack…
Jack: Can Albert read?
Davey:…
Davey: Spot-
Davey: I have an eidetic memory.
Race: So what you're saying is that you're great at spelling bees.
Davey: I mean yeah, I've seen the word spelled before.
Jack: I've got step by step instructions on leading Manhattan under my bed. Even a monkey could follow it.
Davey looking at Race shoving pretzel sticks up his nose: Good cause we got one of those.
Davey: It's about a kilometer away
Jack: I don't speak Canadian, how far is that?
Davey: Did you finish the last of the powdered doughnuts?
Spot *mouth full*: No
Davey: What’s on your face
Spot: Cocaine
Spot: Am I the only one that finds it weird that I can transfer data from my brain to someone else’s by opening my mouth and pushing air with vibrations in their direction
Davey: How high are you?
Spot: 5’4”
*shopping for their new home*
Jack: We have plates already!
Davey: We have three non-matching plastic plates that Race stole from various Cracker Barrels.
Jack: They’re microwave and dishwasher safe.
Crutchie: *on the walkie-talkie* The trapper base is heavily guarded by attack dogs!
Davey: That’s bad.
Crutchie: Negative, they’re good boys.
So I usually don’t do things like this but it’s been like a year and I’m desperate sooooo...
Does anyone know the name of the newsies fic where Race is like actually a genius and Davey starts tearing his intelligence and he’s really good at probability which is why he’s so good at gambling but the when Davey confronts him about he says he doesn’t want to be super smart cause he doesn’t want to be different and stuff?!?!?!
Because I’ve been trying to find it for a while and I’m having terrible luck.
Davey: Jack stop napping and go sell the rest of your papes.
Jack: Napping sounds so childish. I prefer the term horizontal life pause.
Jack: If I die my funeral’s gonna be the biggest party and you’re all invited.
Davey: If?
Spot: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and he might not even die.
Les: *sneaking into the house wearing a large coat*
Davey: What’s in the coat?
Les’ coat: *meows*
Les: Drugs.