Cyrus: Physically, yes, I can fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.
Quill: So apparently, the “bad vibes” I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.
Anthony: Can I be frank with you guys?
Quill: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.
Magnus: Can I still be Magnus?
Cyrus: Shhh. Let Frank speak.
Dally, setting down a card: Ace of spades!
Cyrus, pulling out an Uno card: Sorry, Maggie, you’ve gotta draw four cards.
Quill, pulling out a Pokémon card: Uh, I’m gonna heal my Jolteon for 20 HP.
Magnus, holding Monopoly cash, desperately: Can someone please explain the rules to me?
Quill: Cy, I'm sad.
Cyrus, holding out her arms for a hug: It’s gonna be okay.
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Quill: Perry, I'm sad.
Perry, nodding: mood.
Dally: Punch me in the face.
Anthony: Punch you in the face?
Dally: Yes, punch me in the face. Didn't you hear me?
Anthony: I always hear punch me in the face when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext.
Quill: Are you sure this is the right direction?
Jack: Certainly. I'm as sure as I am honest.
Quill: So we’re lost as fuck, then.
Cyrus: I told Maggie their ears flush when they lie.
Anthony: Why?
Cyrus: Look.
Cyrus: Hey, Maggie! Do you love us?
Magnus, covering his ears: No!
Anthony:
Vio: You gave Drinn a knife?!
Poli, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.
Vio: Well, now I feel unsafe!
Poli: …Do you also want a knife?
Dally: How’s the cutest person here?
Anthony: I don’t know, how are y-
Jack, from across the room: I’m doing great, thanks!
Quil, watching Perry stare out the window: Perry’s so cool. I wonder what they’re thinking.
Perry, internally: Wednesday. Wed-nes-day. Whens-day? Wednesday??
Cyrus: Hey, do you like Anthony?
Dally: …No.
Cyrus: Then why do you draw “A + D” in little hearts everywhere?
Dally, panicking: It stands for, uh…anger and destruction.
Server: Welcome to Applebee’s, what can I get you?
Magnus: Uh, I’ll have the apple.
Server: Oh, we don’t actually serve apples.
Magnus, gulping: Th-then I guess I’ll have the bees.
The Sandman: What would you like to drink? Water, milk, tea, spiders-
Quill: Spiders?
The Sandman: Spiders it is, then!
Quill: Wait, no-