Richie: "Howie, listen to me, look, they're not gonna kill you. Alright? They're just dropping off the cookies I ordered."
Howie: "They look very aggressive. I think they wanna beat me up."
Richie: "Trust me, you'll be fine. Just take the Thin Mints back into the apartment. That's our food for the week."
Howie: "Fine. You can eat the Thin Mints at my funeral, Richie."