Just a little exercise in dialogue. From TheChocolateAlchemist's prompt. Review please!

"Oh, don't worry about it, Carole. We may be teenage boys, but I think we can feed ourselves."

"I would hope so. Just try not to burn the house down."

"Like I said, we'll be – WHAT THE HELL, FINN?"

"What's wrong? What did he do?"

"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all! Finn was just about to…um…put a red sock in with my load of whites. Yeah, sure. Okay, you and Dad have fun! Don't stay out too late! Bye!"

"Are you su-?"

*click*

"FINN HUDSON!"

"What?"

"What did you do to our kitchen?"

"I'm cooking."

"No, you're DESTROYING OUR HOME!"

"It's not that bad."

"Like hell it's not!"

"I was just trying to make us some dinner, so you wouldn't have to cook. Again."

"That's sweet of you, Finn, but…have you ever even cooked a meal before?"

"I can make eggs. And toast."

"Boys…"

"I was just trying to be helpful! No need to get angry…"

"I'm not angry."

"Then why is your face so red?"

"I'm channeling my father's reaction to when he sees this."

"Is it really that bad?"

"There's tomato sauce on the ceiling."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Kurt…is it possible to burn water?"

"What?"

"I think I burned the water I was boiling for pasta."

"Oh, dear."

"What's that smell?"

"The burnt water, maybe?"

"It's not funny! And no…OH, CRAP! The garlic bread!"

"You didn't…"

"Get me oven mitts! It's starting to smoke!"

"Be careful!"

"Crap! Crap! Crap!"

"I'll go open the windows!"

"Cra-a-ap! I can't see!"

"Get away from the oven, Finn."

"Oh, Jesus. Come on, let's get out of here."

"Oh. Dear. God. I can breathe. HOW LONG WAS THAT IN THERE?"

"Um…I dunno…"

"Oh, Finn."

"Your dad's gonna kill me."

"Probably, yes."

"Damn. And now we're gonna starve."

"No, we won't. You go order Chinese, I'll clean up the kitchen."

"No, I'll clean-"

"There is NO way I'm letting you near the kitchen again."

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Now, go order. Spring rolls and Kung Pao shrimp."

"Can I get fried rice?"

"Are you going to help me scrub tomato sauce off the ceiling?"

"Yeah…"

"Then, yes, eat all of the fried rice your enormous, goofy heart desires."

"Sweet! Where's the phone?"

"It's…in the kitchen."

"Damn."

"Well, we have to face it eventually."

"Damn."

"I'm never going to get the stench of burnt garlic out of my clothes at this rate…"

"Your dad is gonna kill me."

"Ready?"

"I think."

"Godspeed, my brother. Godspeed."

"I love you, man. Remember me as I was."

"I'm scared, Finn."

"I'll be right beside you. We can do this."

"You're right, we can. On the count of three. One…two…three…"

"GO!"