Keller: Great comeback, old man.
Locke: I am not fucking old!
Lawson: You are, too. Just accept it, old-timer.
Lawson: Oooh, old-timer with the great one-timer! That has a nice ring.
Lawson: Though you tend to go top shelf more often than not.
Lawson: Anyway, like I was saying…
Lawson: Do you, like, remember black-and-white TV, Lockey Poo?
Locke: First of all, never call me that again. Secondly, how old do you think I am?
Lawson: IDK. Old? You were born in the ’80s, after all.
Locke: Fuck’s sake. Being born in the ’80s doesn’t make me THAT old.
Keller: He kind of acts like it, though. Did you hear him groan when he jumped over the boards during the playoffs last season? It was fuckin’ loud. I heard him from the ice.
Hayes: I heard him, too.
Fox: Come on, guys. Let’s be nice to Locke.
Fox: We might not have much time left with him.
Lawson: OH SNAP!
Lawson: Even the good boy called you old!
Fox: Please. I am begging you. Stop calling me that, Lawsy.
Lawson: Only if you stop blushing every time I do.
Hayes: You’re a fucking menace, you know that? Leave Foxy alone.
Lawson: That’s why they call me Lawless Lawson, baby!
Hutch: Literally nobody calls you that.
Hayes: You can’t give yourself your own nickname. That’s not how nicknames work. We’ve been over this.
Keller: Yeah, Lawson. Let me give you a nickname. I have plenty already locked and loaded.
Fox: Be nice, Kells…
Keller: What? I am being nice. I didn’t list a single one for the buttmunch.
Hutch: Is it stupid that just made me laugh?
Hayes: I’m right there with you, Hutchy.
Hutch: There’s just something so silly about being called a buttmunch.
Lawson: Yeah, yeah. Keller is SO funny. Back to my thing.
Lawson: Locke?
