Incorrect F4 Quotes

Twenty-Five

Y/N: What? I'm not aggressive!
Kavin: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?
Y/N: Survival of the fittest, btch.

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Thyme: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?
Gorya: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

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Ren: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

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Kavin: Are you a painting?
Y/N: What-?
Kavin: Because I want to pin you to a wall.
MJ: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-

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Y/N: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?
Ren: Y/N, it's four o'clock in the morning.
Y/N: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

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Kavin, smugly, after security arrives to escort Gorya and Kaning out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?
Gorya, in defeat: Let’s go.
Kaning: Wait.
Gorya: What?
Kaning: I’d kinda like to be carried out...

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Thyme: I don’t even use tubberware anymore.
Y/N: What are you saying? Say it again.
Thyme: Tubberware.
Y/N: Say it again. Slow.
Thyme: Tubberware.
Y/N: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable.
Thyme: Tub.
Y/N: Wrong.
Thyme: What do you mean, wrong?
Y/N: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P.
Thyme: What are you talking about?
Y/N: Tupperware. Tupper.
Thyme: It’s tupper!
Y/N: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be.
Thyme: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

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Y/N: Your profile is better than mine... I'm a little insecure.
MJ: You look hot as fck, don't even worry.
Y/N: That's not good enough. I want you to die.

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Kavin: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

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Y/N: Ugh, the baby's been crying for hours! Can you take over?
Thyme: Sure. 
Thyme: *Starts crying for hours*

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Thyme: My girl can wear whatever she wants, 'cause I'm scared of her.

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Gorya: Fine! Judge all you want but...
Gorya, points at Kavin: Married a lesbian.
Gorya, points at Kaning: Left a man at the altar.
Gorya, points at Y/N: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.
Gorya, points at MJ: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.
Gorya, points at Thyme: Lives in a box!

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Kaning: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?
Y/N: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*
Kaning: Aww, it's a love note for Thyme?
Y/N: No-
Kaning: *opens it*
Kaning:
Y/N:
Kaning: I can't read this.

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Kaning: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

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Ren: And here we see Y/N and Kavin in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh.
Y/N: Gaelic bread.
Kavin: Grueling brad.
Y/N: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

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Kavin: When I was married, you know what Kaning often said to me?
MJ: Please stop sleeping with other people?

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Kaning: What does the doggy say? Bow wow.
Gorya: What does the kitty say? Meow meow.
Y/N: What does the moo cow say? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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MJ: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Thyme. They're mad at you.
Thyme: No, it's Y/N. They're just being gramatically correct!
*meanwhile*
Y/N: And then I used a period so he'd know that I'm mad at him.
Gorya: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.
Y/N: I stand by my choice.

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Y/N: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?
Ren: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.
Kavin: Three of us saw it, Person A. How do you explain that?
Ren: *points at Thyme* Sleep deprivation. *points at Kavin* Paranoia. *points at MJ* Delusional personality disorder.

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MJ: Y/N is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods.
Kavin: Yes.
Thyme: You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me.
Y/N: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed-
Kavin: What truce?
Ren: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone.
Talay: Wait, I'm a choir kid!
Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*

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Ren: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.
Y/N: We could attack them with hummus.
Ren: I stand corrected.
Y/N: Just keeping things in perspective.

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Gorya, pointing at Thyme: Well, you can't spell stupid without "U".
Thyme: Well, there's an "I" in stupid, too!
Gorya:

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Y/N: I reached friendship level 10 with 4 of my characters!
Gawao: Okay, reach level 10 with your real friends next.
Y/N: ...

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Thyme: What if we accidentally kissed in the garage...?
Y/N: My dad said okay but not to touch his power tools or else I'm grounded.
Thyme: What if we accidentally knocked over his 20 year old cordless drill while kissing in the garage...?
Y/N, crying while kissing: I'MSOGONNAGETGROUNDEDFORTHIS-
Thyme: What if this was all a dream and you woke up in your bed, ungrounded and everything was fine...?
Y/N:
Y/N: THE KISS WASN'T REAL??

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MJ: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.
Ren: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?
Kavin: I think that’s the point.
MJ: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.