Michael: Okay, truth or dare?
Steve: Truth
Michael: How many hours have you slept this week?
Steve:
Steve: ...Dare
Michael: Go to bed.
Steve: I don't like this game.
Michael: Oh, fiddlesticks.
Steve: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.
Michael: Don't stay up all night, Steve. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

Steve: Must be hard not being able to laugh
Jeremy: I do have a sense of humor you know
Steve: I’ve never heard you laugh before
Jeremy: I’ve never heard you say anything funny
Steve: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?
Jeremy: *chugs entire bottle*
Jeremy: It’s perfume.
Steve: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming
Jeremy: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Steve: I've been expecting you, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: How did you do that without turning around?
Steve: Let's just say the first few people I did that to were not you.
Elizabeth: Come on, Steve! How any times do I have to apologize?
Steve: Once!
Elizabeth: ...No.
Elizabeth: It'll be fun.
Elizabeth: We'll make a day of it.
Elizabeth: Come on you punk bitch.
Steve: I can't believe I have to say this.
Steve: I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.

Steve, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?
Peter: Yeah, sure.
*A few minutes later*
Peter: Here you go.
Steve:
Peter:
Fhillip: Why am I here?
Fhillip: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.
Steve:
Steve: I'm gonna tell them.
Peter: Don't you dare.
Fhillip, talking about Steve: Is this a friend of yours, Peter?
Peter: Kind of? Not really. They're in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.