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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Dewey: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.
Webby, not looking up from her book: Spear.
Dewey: BLOCKED.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Della: [attacks with plastic lightsaber] Fiendish rogue! I’ll end this fight with a knee to your guts, Donald!
Donald: [defends with broom] Roguish fiend! I’ll fight to the end and gut your knees, Dumbella!
Della: The loss is yours, brother of mine! My knees have no guts to gut!
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Therapist: Okay, for this next exercise, I’m going to need you to get in touch with your feelings.
Lena, who’s been disassociating since Magica created her: I’m gonna need to get in touch with my what now?
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Dewey: Is stabbing someone immoral?
Louie: Not if they consent to it.
Webby: Depends who you’re stabbing.
Huey: YES???
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Della: So, apparently bananas are flammable.
Beakley: AREN'T YOU BANNED FROM THE KITCHEN???
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Lena: In a game with no consequences, why are you still playing the “good” side?
Webby: Because being mean makes me feel bad.
Violet: Congratulations. You just boiled all of human philosophy down to two sentences.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Scrooge: ... Donald, do you want to talk about it?
Donald, laying face down on the floor: Why would you automatically assume that something is wrong?
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Lena: Can you do me a favor?
Violet: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my DNA at the crime scene, and take the blame for it if you asked me to.
Lena: Cool. Can you do the dishes?
Violet: No.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Dewey: When you’ve wimbled all your wombles and you’ve timbled all your tombles listen to the jingle jongle of my fucking tangerine
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Huey, on the phone with Webby during an adventure: If it’s a concussion, you have to keep him conscious, okay? Ask him questions.
Webby, to Dewey: What’s seven times seven?
Huey: Stuff he KNOWS!
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Lena: Being gay isn’t a choice.
Lena, grabbing Webby’s hand like a trophy: It’s a game and I’m winning.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Violet: I’m glad Lena feels safe enough to sleep around us. She looks happy.
Gos, uncapping a black marker: And vulnerable.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Webby: Okay, yeah, I LOVE Lena! I have loving feelings for Lena. But does that mean I am IN love with Lena? No——
Webby:
Webby: Oh my God. I’m in love with Lena.
Webby: Why didn’t you guys tell me?
Huey: We thought you knew.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Dewey, when it starts to snow: Whoa, guys... tiny bits of cheese are falling out of the sky!
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Della: Hey, do you mind if I use your Valentine's playlist for my date tonight?
Donald: Wait, MY Valentine's playlist?
Della: Yeah. Penny's really gotten into alt rock. Is that okay?
Donald, recalling that Dewey stuck "Two Trucks" somewhere in the middle as a joke: Absolutely. Have fun.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Lena: Okay, give me your battle axe.
Gosalyn: What?
Lena: Don’t you have one in your bag?
Gosalyn: Have you ever met a normal woman?
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Lena: Hey, do you have a hatchet in your bag?
Violet: Of course. I am not an animal.
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fucktales-woo-oo · 3 years
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Donald: Ten years ago today, I married my best friends.
Donald: Daisy is still really angry about it, but Panchito, José and I were drunk and thought it was funny.
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