Quinns: If I’m, honest, Matt, when I wrote these with Paul he’d let me sleep in a bit longer.
Matt: The news waits for nobody, Quinns. How many stories did we miss while you were unconscious?
Quinns: I don’t know? It’s hard to think while you’re in my bedroom and kneeling on my chest
Matt: This is your fault! You’ve awakened a craving in me, Quinns. An insatiable hunger for scoops. And it’s too early for ice-cream, so let’s get to work.