Eridan's was a ridiculously long conversation in which he barely let the other guy get a word in edgewise; you only barely skim through it, but you catch him offhandedly call himself High Lord Snappertail, imply heís Tavros' kismesis, give Gl'bgolyb's abyssal depths as his location and then propose red twice and black once. Might be worth reading through later.
Vriska's glee about the whole thing. She's like, 'Oh, a team of trained killers out to slaughter me? My lusus eats those for breakfast.'
AG: Well, there's my address.
AG: I aw8 your gift with 8ated 8reath!
AG: I hope you 8ring it in person, you and your little friends.