A bunch of incorrect quotes just cuz I'm bored and these are funny. I might have went over board and no I'm not sorry.
Jon: I am an expert at identifying birds.
Gerry: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?
Jon: Yeah, they're all birds.
Gerry: What’s up with you?
Jon: What do you mean?
Gerry: You’ve been nice and helpful and considerate all day. What’s your game?
Gerry: *makes Mike a cup of tea but puts salt in it*
Mike: *sips tea*
Gerry:
Mike: *finishes tea*
Gerry: Didn't it taste bad?
Mike: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.
Gerry, tearing up: Oh, okay.
Tim, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?
Gerry: …
Gerry: What’s in the box?
Tim: What woul-
Gerry: Tim, what’s in the box?
Tim: I think you know.
Jon: What did you two do?
Mike:
Tim:
Jon: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.
Gerry: Why would I flip my shit about that?
Tim: Because you flip your shit about everything.
Gerry: Well, will you look at this. Here is my shit, and yet it remains unflipped. Just sitting there on the skillet, getting burned on one side. It’s a miracle.
Jon: Mike, we're hungry!
Gerry: Mike! What's for dinner?
Tim: We're hungry, Mike!
Mike, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*
Tim, tearing up the room: Where are they?
Tim, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?
Tim: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
Jon: If you water water, it grows.
Mike: ...What.
Tim: They've got a point.
Jon: What are you two arguing about this time?
Mike: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!
Gerry: Cry me a table, Mike.
Jon: *Locks Mike in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.
Mike: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?
Jon: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.
Mike, used to Jon being dumb: Sure...
Jon: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.
Mike: Okay?
Jon: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.
Mike:
Jon: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-
Mike: Jesus, that one is a little-
Gerry, interested: No, no, Jon, keep going.
Tim: Gerry? What are you doing here?
Gerry, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.
Jon, texting Tim: I’m a theif.
Tim: Thief.
Jon: Theif.
Tim: I before E except after C.
Jon: Thceif.
Tim: NO.
Mike, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!
Jon: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.
*at a zoo*
Daisy: What are they in for?
Not Sasha: Daisy, this isn't prison.
Daisy: So they can leave?
Not Sasha: No, but-
Daisy, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.
Daisy: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.
Kevin, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.
Not Sasha, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.
Kevin: Coming right up.
Daisy: As you know I keep a list of all my friends in order of how likely they are to betray me.
Mike: Where am I on the list?
Daisy: Well I can’t tell you that because then you’ll quickly move up or down depending on your reaction.
Daisy: When I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying.
Not Sasha: And?
Daisy: And you are.
Kevin: A banker? Me?
Melanie: Yes, Kevin.
Kevin: But I don’t know anything about running a bank!
Melanie: Good. No preconceived ideas.
Kevin: I’ve robbed banks!
Melanie: Capital! Just reverse your thinking. The money should be on the inside.
Tim: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.
Mike, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
Gerry: Awww, why don't you like cats, Daisy? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little blep! What's not to love??
Daisy: I don't know Gerry, I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor.
Gerry:
Daisy: I'm ALLERGIC.
Tim: Made you all playlists!
Tim: Gerry, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.
Tim: Kevin, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.
Tim: And Melanie has the ABBA Gold album.
Not Sasha, excitedly: Heeyy!!
Daisy: Hey, someone's excited.
Melanie, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.
Daisy: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Martin and Jon's convo?
Gerry: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.
Tim: I'm in the washing machine.
Mike: I'm in the closet.
Gerry: We accept you Mike. <3
Mike: No I'm literally in the closet.
Gerry: Love is love. <3
Kevin: Who hurt you?
Not Sasha: *snorting* What, do you want a list?
Kevin: ...Yes, actually.
Melanie: This can’t get any worse. Can it?
Tim: Sure it can - just give me a minute.
Helen: Hey, Sasha, where are you going?
Sasha: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.
Sasha: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.
Gerry: Mike said its my turn with the brain cell.
Sasha: Square up.
Kevin: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes...
Kevin: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps.
Basira: ...That took an unexpected turn.
Melanie: So did their neck.
Sasha: If I say yes am I joining a cult?
Jon: Possibly.
Sasha: I’m in.
Martin: I think this might be a bad idea...
Tim: Don't start thinking on me now!
Melanie: Basira, I know you love Helen. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely.
Melanie: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.
Basira: *cooking*
Melanie: *kicks down door*
Melanie: *grabs knife from Basira's hand*
Melanie: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?
Basira:
Basira: What.
Martin: They're trying to tell you they want to cook.
Sasha: Kevin and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.
Michael: What did you do?
Sasha: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-
Kevin: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?
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