Dude. The only time we've slept together is when we fall asleep on the couch like two old fogies after watching Saturday Night Live.

[Richie's sure Eddie has no idea what he's setting himself up for, but he finally sets his fork down, and slides his foot out under the table to meet the side of Eddie's nicely socked feet. Some kind of touch more than what they're sharing to ground him.]

Of course I'd be okay spending my life with you, dude. I'd - That's all I've ever fucking wanted. You yelling at me is like the highlight of my day.