Pope: Do You Think You Could Take Me?

Pope: Why are there 6 more dogs in our apartment?

JJ: They're golden retrievers. They retrieve gold. I did this for us!

Pope: you gotta be fucking kidding me

JJ, very drunk: Daaamn, hottie, do you come here often?

Pope: We live together, JJ.

JJ: I'm a wanted man, Kiara!

Kiara: You weren't even a wanted child

JJ:

JJ, under his breath: Futurehusbandsayswhat

Pope: huh

Topper: What

JJ: FUCK NO

Pope: You know, usually people with daddy issues become strippers

JJ: I mean, the option is still available to me

Pope, setting a laptop in his lap: laptop

Pope, setting the laptop on JJ’s lap: lapbottom

JJ: first of all, fuck you-

Cooper *drops his basket*: oh fuck.

*Pope gawks*

*JJ trying to hold back his laughter*

Pope, later that day: okay, honey. We need to talk about something. It’s about the word you said this morning.

Cooper: what word?

Pope, holding his hands: you know, the one starting with F.

Cooper: flower?

Pope: no

Cooper: fruits?

Pope: no.

JJ: if he doesn’t remember it, maybe we shouldn’t remind him

Pope, glaring at JJ: he said it three times.

Cooper: oh! You mean fuck!

*JJ, falls back against the couch unable to stop laughing*

Pope: JJ, leave the room!

Pope: JJ, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. 
JJ, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than his size: Spooky.

Pope: I'm bi and confused.

Kiara: About being bi?

Pope: No, I just want to know what the fuck is going on.

Kiara: Ok, maybe playing 'whose family is most dysfunctional' wasn't the best idea we've had. JJ’s been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can't get him out...

Pope: guys wtf? You know to never play that around JJ!