Grown ups (Y/N Y/L/N x Greg Feder)

Cup phones

Most of us were woken up by Curly bark, but I know he just needed a walk, so I decided to get up and do it since no one else would

Lenny: Lamonsoff, it's 5 in the morning. Can you kill the dog now?

Eric: Thinking about it.

Y/N: No, that's my dog, he just needs a walk

Lenny: Go ahead. Birdy coming through, everybody.

Rob: Hey, morning.

Lenny: Morning. Take it right over to the table. How are we doing? Something stinks in here.

Rob: Gloria and I are making breakfast for everybody. Using a dehydrator, which never cooks anything above 115 degrees.

Lenny: Those are pancakes?

Rob: They're Ocean pancakes.

Lenny: They're grey. They look like you cut them off an elephant's legs. I'm not eating that.

Rob: It's good for you.

Lenny: What is this? A scab?

Rob: It's dehydrated banana.

Lenny: What happened to a normal banana? Peel a banana and eat it.

Rob: The kids will love it. It's fun, man. It doesn't go bad. You slice it thin...

Lenny: I see what you do. Maybe you're right. This is good. Is that what it's meant for?

Rob: You could do that. Well, I'd rather be hit by dehydrated fruit than processed

Lenny: I'm just kidding around.

Rob: You think you're rich and you think you can just slap people with dehydrated fruit

Lenny: I don't think that. Don't say that. Come on.

Roxanne: Morning. Honey, how is the birdy?

Mom: Oh my God, where did you get those shoes?

Y/N: Those are the Christian Louboutin shoes.

Roxanne: I know I'm overdressed. But, sorry, I packed for Milan, not the lake.

Rob: Made from acorns.

Lenny: So, dude, I'm not eating any of this. You got any normal food? Cereal?

Rita: Would you like me to make you egg-white frittata, Mr. Feder?

Lenny: I mean, is that what you're doing in science class now? Making frittatas? No. We're okay. You can go practice that in your room, though. I know you got the big test coming.

Gloria: You know, honey, I think you're overwhelming Lenny. Here, I got a present for you. Bacon. Knock yourself out.

Lenny: Bacon.

Rob: She gets it.

Lenny: She gets it. She gets it. Hey, she gets it.

Marcus: Thank God, she gets it.

Lenny: All right, so...

Rob: Hey, what are you doing?

Lenny: Cooking the bacon.

Rob: Not in here. That's dead animal flesh. It's not going near the vegan food. Murderer.

Lenny slapped Rob with the bacon, just like with the banana which made me laugh a bit

Lenny: Fine. What do I do with it? Oh, I know. I'm sorry, buddy. I'm sorry.

Lenny went outside to cook the bacon, and I followed shortly after as I was not going to eat any of this vegan food, and I was hungry