"Dude, you're in fuckin' love," Arin said in between curses at Mario's inability to stay on falling platforms.
"Shut up, so are you," Danny countered, laughing when Arin inevitably fell into blue nothingness and out of a painting, losing a life.
"Yeah, but, like, it's a two-way street, man. She loves me, I love her."
"But you, you know, you've got it one way. You fucking love her, but you don't know if she has it the same way. Literally everyone knows but her."
"Right, so you're saying..."
"I'm telling you to grow the fucking balls you're always singing about and tell her!" When Arin died again, he very nearly threw the controller. "Motherfucking-! No... I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" Danny asked.
"All I need is for Mario to save the fucking princess and just eat his cake. Please."
"You got this, man."
"Yeah, I got this. You don't."
"No, yeah, I mean, I probably couldn't get past the first star."
"No, I mean about the girl." Arin laughed. "You're... I mean, I won't say her