"Knock knock!"
"Ugh... For the last time, I don't want to hear anymore of your jokes Beast Boy!"
"Aw c'mon, you know Wednesday nights are my 'knock knock' telling festival... things.... Just answer the door!"
"No. I refuse."
"Why not, afraid you'll see boy wonder standing there in a jock strap waving a training schedule in your face!"
".... Oh hello Robin."
"GAH!"
"Ha."
".... That wasn't funny Rae, I nearly had an anyuris-ism...."
"One, it's pronounced an-eur-ysm, two, now you know how we all feel whenever you break out into 'funny' mode."
"I promise they'll be good, c'mon! You owe me for lending you the money for that creepy book all about shrinking heads. Just roll with it already!"
"Sigh... fine. Hit me with it."
"Ok, ok, this'll be great. Knock knock!"
"Who's there?"
"Soup."
"Soup who?"
"Soup-erman! HA HA HA! Get it?"
"Unfortunately. Try again and maybe I'll get a pulse."
"Ok, I can make this work. Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Dishes."
"Dishes who?"
"Dish-is the Teen Titans, open up!"
"Bleh, how about I tell you one for a change."
"Really! Wow, sure! I knew I was rubbing off on you! Go right ahead."
"Knock knock."
"Who's there!?"
"Dees."
"Dees who?"
"Dees jokes are killin' me."
"..."
"Oh yeah. Feel the awesome power of my dissing abilities."
"Yeah yeah, you're hilarious, blah blah blah. I've still got millions of these up my sleeve, and just for that, you're gonna have to hear 'em for as long as I want. Now, knock knock."
"Do I have to—"
"Yes. You're bound by the unwritten laws of friendly money lending. So open the door!"
"Fine, whatever. Who's there?"
"Spell."
"Spell who?"
"W-H-O! HA!"
"Hilarious, my sides are aching."
"Hmph, there's no need to be sarcastic."
"I'll be the judge of that."
"Well, bring it then! Knock knock."
"Who's there, grass stain?"
"Keith!"
"Keith who?"
"Keith me sweet— uh... s-sweethawrt...."
"Ahem... yeah. Nice one. 'Keith me', 'kiss me'... Me kissing you... very funny."
"..."
"Beast Boy?"
"Uh, what?"
"You were, uh, staring... at me."
"Oh. Sorry. Didn't mean to freak you out."
"It's quite alright. Let's get on with this. The sooner you run out of jokes the sooner I get out of here."
"Right. Let's not subject you to my company any more than necessary."
"Beast—"
"—Knock knock."
"Sigh... Who's there."
"Carrot."
"Carrot who?"
"Do you Carrot about me at all?"
"I..."
"I mean, you constantly hit me, you blow up at me every other week over the littlest things, and you always put down my ideas. And you've never laughed at my jokes! Not once! Why Raven!? How come you treat me like dirt? If it weren't for those tiny quiet moments we sometimes share I'd be certain you hated my guts."
"..."
"Uh, Rae?"
"..."
"Raven, c'mon."
"..."
"Look, I'm sorry I—"
"—Knock knock."
"Raven—"
"—Answer it."
"...Who's there?"
"I think."
"Um.... I think who?"
"I think I'm falling for you."
"Wha...?"
"Yeah, it's true."
"Bu...?"
"Yup, laugh it up."
"... Knock knock."
"Oh not this again. If you're gonna reject me, at least have the decency to not do it in 'knock knock' form."
"You had your turn, now it's mine. I repeat, knock knock."
".... Who's there?"
"The boy."
".... The boy who?"
"The boy who's loved you from the start."
"... Really?"
"Mhm."
".... Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well keith me you idiot."