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George, admiring a sleeping Dream: You’re so cute.
Dream, sleepily: I could beat your ass.
George, lovingly: I know.
Sapnap: Dom or sub?
Karl: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.
Tommy: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.
Phil: "If"
Ranboo: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die
Tubbo: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?
Ranboo: Making four accounts.
Tubbo, tearing up: Really...?
Ranboo: I want a bf.
Aimsey: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here
Tubbo: Do you feel any better?
Tommy: I feel much better now that you here with me.
*ranboo walks in*
Tommy: I feel half better
Tommy: I’m gonna die alone.
phil: tommy, you’re not gonna die alone.
tommy: tubbo, was my safety net, okay? They got married and now I have to get a snake.
wilbur: Uh-huh. Why is that?
Tommy: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face.
Tommy: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man.
Tommy: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN
Tommy: *coughs blood*
Ranboo: Don't die, tommy!
Tommy: Don't tell me what to do!
ranboo: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?
tubbo: I thought the animals might be lonely
Techno: When life gives you lemons, what do you do?
Phil: Make lemonade!
Techno: No, throw them back up in the sky and make life deal with it’s own shit
Tommy: If I die, you can have what little I own.
Phil: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die?
Tommy: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.
Phil:
Phil: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again
Tommy: WHO THE FUCK-
Bad: Whoa, language!
Tommy: I speak fucking English!
Bad: ...
wilbur: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!
Techno: Ok, wilbur, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?
wilbur: 1917.
Techno: ...You're ready
Tommy: Are you busy?
Wilbur: Yes.
Tommy: Cool, listen to this...
Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.
Wilbur: Shit.
Techno: Wait, three?
Cop: Yeah?
Phil: OH MY GOD TOMMY FELL OFF
Phil: How did none of you hear what I just said?
Wilbur: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Techno: I got distracted about halfway through.
Tommy: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
Wilbur: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?
Tommy: Plane tickets?
Phil: Concert tickets?
Technoblade: Prostitution?
Wilbur, holding his broken frames: Glasses
Phil: Everyone, synchronize your watches.
Tommy: I don’t know how to do that.
Wilbur: I don’t wear a watch.
Technoblade: Time is a construct.
Tommy: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window.
Ranboo: …We're on the ground floor.
Tommy: I know but I want a dramatic exit
*out grocery shopping*
Tommy: *takes a free sample twice*
Tommy: Robbery and fraud. I am a rebel
Phil: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.
Tommy: Mine just says "tommy no."
Phil: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.
Wilbur: *takes off glasses*
Wilbur: Wow…
Quackity: *blushes* Haha… what?
Wilbur: You're really fucking blurry
Tommy: Just took a personality test and got an A+
Tommy: Go big or go home!
Tubbo: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.
Tommy: I'm going big!
Ranboo: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Tommy without them noticing?
Tubbo: Hey, Tommy, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.
Tommy: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.
Ranboo: ...
Tubbo: Oooh, a train!
Ranboo: We’re in a train station, Tubbo.
*Ranboo teaching Tubbo to drive and taking Tommy along for the ride*
Ranboo: That's a pothole. To the left!
Tubbo: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*
Tommy, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.
Tubbo: I don't think that's how the song goes.
Ranboo, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.
Tubbo: Country Roads.
Tommy: To the place.
Tubbo and Tommy in unison: I Belong!
Ranboo, crying harder: What the hell?
Ranboo: Two brooooos!
Tubbo: Chillin' in a hot tub!
Ranboo: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!
Tubbo:
Ranboo:
Tubbo: *tearing up*
Ranboo: Tubbo, c'mon…
Tubbo: AND HERE I WAS, THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.
Ranboo: Tubbo…