Matthias:I mean, I get it. I might have a child now, too, but I totally get it.
Holt:Having a child made you and Killian soundproof your walls so you didn’t scar poor little Archer for life.
Matthias:And? What’s your point?
Maverick: Can we get back to the original conversation that didn’t include breeding and loud sex noises?
Wyatt:I am very intrigued.
Ezra:Right, so we’re all going out tomorrow night.
Noel:We? As it the WAGs or...
Ezra:Yes, yes, we’re having a skating night at the Panthers coliseum.
Maverick:Stadium, boo.
Ezra:Stadium, coliseum, whatever. It’s where big, hockey hunks push one another around on knife shoes. The point is, we are all going. Together.
Wyatt:OMG!
Saint:You really don’t know a thing about hockey, do you, Ezra?
Ezra:I know enough and that’s all that matters.
Seth:*laughing emoji*
Noel:For once, I have to agree with you.
Felix:I’m up for hockey hunks.
Blake:Me, too.
Dean:I’m only up for one hockey hunk, but count me in.
Ezra:Felix, Ford, we’ve already invited RJ.
Ford:What?
Felix:Oh, a racing hunk. Even better.
Seth:I don’t skate. Like, I’ve never even put on a pair of skates in my entire life. What if I hurt myself?
Wyatt:Angel, I’ll catch you.
Holt:Watson is getting on that ice over my dead body.
Matthias:Would he try?
Holt:Probably. He’s so stubborn. He can’t drive a car, but he thinks he can skate. No way, mister.
Ezra:And Lucas has invited Parker.
Saint:Well, this sucks.
Seth:Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. When are you and Asher coming to visit again? It would be so much better if the two of you were here. You should convince him to move here.
Saint:Next month, I think?