"Yeah, you know, it's that last part that really highlights everything." He's kidding, of course, but he's not sure if it really comes across because he's so entranced by this poster that he's already forgotten what he'd said. He feels like a kid on Christmas morning except this poster is an infinitely more epic gift and okay, maybe it isn't an on-purpose gift but that doesn't mean much to him, it's the thought that counts. He's not even embarrassed when he hugs the framed poster to his chest, it's become his first valued possession, he's totally going to cradle it.

"If you find another, I might not recover. Say nice things at my funeral because I'm putting you and Chuck in charge of the eulogy." The thought of Chuck delivering something like that actually makes Newt laugh because they really haven't been friends for very long, and Newt's pretty sure he'd just kind of stand there in silence for a long time until mumbling something Australian and walking away. He frowns at the awful painting she's holding up now. "What the hell is with these little girl paintings, I am so disturbed."