Doc, grumpily: I thought the cold was supposed to freeze your sinuses, not make them worse.

Ren: It does. But I'm so hot I melt them.

—————————

Impulse: I wonder if there are any fish in the lake..

Tango: No, but there's a Zed in there!

Impulse: Oh! Is that a type of-

Zed: *Jumps out of water and tackles Impulse into the water with him*

—————————

Grian, on a floatie, face down: Scream if I'm about to die or something.

Biffa, twenty seconds later, jumping from a tree onto Grian with a knife: SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

—————————

Keralis: Swishwammy!

Xisuma: Bubbles!

Scar: Fluffy ball of glorified cuteness!

Jellie: Mrow!

Iskall: Stressy!

Stress: Skally!

Bdubs: Stupid idiot.

Doc: Piece of garbage.

Bdubs: Dumb face.

Doc: *Shoves Bdubs off cliff*

Bdubs: *Hovers midair* Unlike you, the earth likes me.

Doc: *Summons lightning with trident and aims it all at Bdubs*

Grian, standing nearby: I see Clash Of Titans was re-made.

—————————

Impulse: Whatcha doin?

Zed: TV.

Impulse: Your looking at a corner..

Zed: It's the show where Tango gets stabbed by the man in black.

—————————

Mumbo: Grian please-

Grian: NO! I must find out what is making my ice become water!

—————————

Iskall: So I was thinking..

Ren: Yes?

Iskall: I need help-

Ren: Being lovable? Attractive? Funny? Cunning? Because sorry I can't fix that.

Iskall: ...With my tree.

—————————

Grian: Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Cleo: Everything inside you is dark and twisted?

Xisuma: Oh but it's ok to be different!

Doc: No, yes, and no. Later losers. Have fun being losers.

—————————

Keralis: Flowers!

Cleo: Will eventually wilt.

—————————

Xisuma: If your happy and you know it clap your hands!

Biffa: I love depression.

Xisuma: If your texting someone and you know it clap your hands!

Biffa: I'm hacking the government.

Xisuma: If your listening to music clap your hands!

Biffa: It's on pause.

Xisuma: If your name if Biffa clap your hands!

Biffa: That's not my real name.

Xisuma: If your not clapping you hands, clap your hands!

Biffa: I don't have hands.

—————————

Mumbo: Grian stop picking your nose.

Grian: I'm not. I'm on a quest for a snot-monster that has been invading the holes in my nose and blocking my circulation system.

—————————

Iskall: Omega.

Iskall: Omega.

Iskall: OMEGA.

Iskall: OMEGA.

Iskall: O M E G A

—————————

Joe: If you could wish for one thing, what would it be.

Mumbo: Internal peace.

—————————

Mumbo: *Tries to sleep*

<You may not rest now. There are monsters nearby>

Mumbo: GRIAN GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

—————————

Keralis: Don't you ever get really confused? Like your head hurts confused?

Mumbo: Yeah I wonder every day how Grian is fluently able to say 'Supercalifragilicousexpialidoucious' and make it sound normal, but he can't explain to me what 'Converse' is.

—————————

Grian: If you spread the word out, it's more intimidating.

Mumbo: Sure Grian. Sure.

Grian: D i d   I   S t u t t e r ! ?

—————————

Doc: I'm not laughing with you, I'm laughing at you.

—————————

Biffa: See. I'm not going to monologue how murder is such an efficient and effective way to fix problems, get what you want, make people listen, help over-population, cause fear, get rid of problems, get free stuff and make you happy. Also it gives you power to control the social hierarchy, manipulate people, and become the ruler of the world. I'll just say this. Murder is murder. So let's murder.

—————————

Stress: Holy bananas this watermelon is 23.8 pounds!

Bdubs: Oh! Thank you! You found my 'throw st doc' melon!

—————————

Ex: I hate you.

Biffa: I hate you.

Ex: I want to kill you.

Biffa. The feeling is mutual.

Xisuma: *Walks into room*

Ex:

Biffa:

Ex:

Biffa:

Ex, quietly: Truce going until we kill him?

Biffa: *Nods*

Xisuma: *Backing away*

—————————

Jevin: I wonder what my last words will be..

Biffa: And those were his last words.

—————————

Ex: Your beautiful. And smart. And a good cook. Your cookies are good. You have good fashion.

Stress: I still don't forgive you for calling the other hermits buttfaces.

—————————

Zed: So-

Tango: We-

Zed: Thought-

Tango: That-

Zed: We-

Tango: Could-

Zed: Have-

Tango: Some-

Zed: Pop-

Tango: Tarts?

Impulse: As stupid as your performance was, no.

—————————

Zed: How does a fish get high?

Impulse: How?

Zed: Sea-weed!

Impulse:

Grian: Actually, it's the kelp that can get you high. But ok, you do you.

—————————