yeah man for sure

abbott: you heading home?
robby: why, you wanna come with me? 'smashed-in-buffalo' appeal to you?
abbot: maybe [nonchalant shrug (very shalant)]
abbot: or maybe not, 'n' 'ts somethin' else,
robby: ...
robby: yeah? the helmet-free ride?
abbot: ...
robby: you uh, feeling alright, man? [lol] i know you're worried about me, but, 'ts been a while since i heard you talk like this
abbot: what?
abbot: oh,
abbot: michael, i'm in love with you
robby: ohh... uhhhhh
awko silence
abbot: so about that trip...
robby: yeahhh...i can, i can cancel that
abbot: no, no, wait, but what about whitaker, he was gonna—
whitaker [eavesdropping, startled]: huh?
robby: ?
abbot: ?
whitaker: oh sorry ... umm ...
robby: right. so—
robby & abbot: helmets? ["heh...we really get each other. wow"]
whitaker: hah...
santos [looking from afar, semi fondly]: gay people...man.
mel: oh, but aren't you...gay?
robby and abbot kiss very romantically in the backgroufg
langdon [between santos and mel]: i too am here