Toy Freddy: She was poetry, but he couldn't read.
Foxy: His name's Jared he's 19.
Bonnie: When his parents built a very strange machine.
Toy Chica: Watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen.
Mangle: Ayyyy, Macarena.
Springtrap: Horrible job, everyone.
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Henry: *gestures to Bonnie* Great job, William. Now the robot's got fuckin anxiety.
Bonnie: Please end my suffering.
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Jeremy: What in the absolute fuck was that banging?
Freddy: Golden's attempt at tap-dancing.
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Molten Freddy and Scrap Baby: *loud arguing*
Scraptrap: WILL BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET AND GO THE HELL TO SLEEP?!
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Springtrap: *cutting food*
Bonnie: He's got a knIFE HE'S GOT A KNIFE-
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Springtrap: Two of my kids are dead. The third is...half dead? I don't really know, nor do I care.
Marionette: Who let you have kids?
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Freddy: Apparently "Spite" is not an appropriate answer to "what motivates you?"
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Golden: *blinks*
Mike: Chill the fuck out.
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Mike: Would you like some coffee, Freddy?
Freddy: I am a dead child in a six foot bear suit, Mr. Schmidt.
Mike: Yes, Freddy. I'm aware. I was asking if you're thirsty.
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Mike: Are you male or female?
Spring Bonnie: I'm a rabbit, who cares?
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Chica: Guess who!
Springtrap: Well, it's either Chica, or the cold clammy hands of death.
Chica: It's Chica, silly!
Springtrap: DAMN IT!
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Golden: You can trust me!
Mike: I don't even trust the way you just now said I can trust you.
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Henry: So, what happened today?
Springtrap: A child booped my nose and called me a cute bunny. I almost didn't kill them.
Henry:....Okay, making progress-
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Mike: I fear nothing.
Foxy: Oh look, it's Freddy!
Mike: *screams*
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Mangle: *loud dial-up noises*
Bonnie: Mood.
