"It's not going in straight."
"Yes, I can see that, Kevin."
"Try wiggling it."
"I'M TRYING IT'S NOT WORKING."
"There's no need to shout…"
"Kevin, I thought I told you to hold it tighter…"
"I'm holding it as hard as I can! Any harder it might snap in half!"
"Fuck….this wasn't on my agenda for the day…."
"WELL, DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON ME! ARNOLD IS THE ONE WHO BROKE THE FUCKING CUPBOARD DOOR!"
"I'm not taking it out on you, Kev….it's just this friggen screw won't behave…."
"That wood looks rotten…."
"It probably is...this is an old building…"
"We need something to prop the door up. If not the bottom bracket might snap as well…."
"This should do the trick."
"Oh my god Chris is gonna kill you."
"What? This box of Poptarts expired 2 weeks ago."
"Do you really think he cares if they're stale or not?"
"Whatever it'll do for now…"
"COME ON GET IN THERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
"C-Conner!"
"WE'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR AN HOUR I'M GETTING FED UP!"
"Well, don't give up! We've made progress...kind of…"
"If progress is making a huge mess, then yes, we've made tonnes of progress…"
"My arms are getting tired….can you screw faster?"
"Kevin I will stab you in the dick with this screwdriver…."
"You wouldn't do that…you'll be sorry later if you do…"
"Kevin this isn't the time to be vulgar."
"You started it…."
"Okay this is the final stretch...if this doesn't work I will commit harakiri on this screwdriver…."
"You can do it, babe. We're almost there…"
"We? What have you done? You just sat there doing a crappy job at holding up the door."
"Shut up and screw it."
"I'll screw you in a s-...Nevermind."
"YES! FINALLY!"
"It's in?"
"YES I FIXED IT."
"I helped….by being moral support."
"Yes, thank you sweetie."
"Heh...no problem…"
"Jesus my hands are sore…"
"Don't worry, Con…I'll take care of you…I'll screw you in real good."
"God you are so vulgar…"
"You love it."
"Hell yeah I do."