Incorrect F4 Quotes

Twenty-Six

MJ: What's the word for when hands are bisexual?
Y/N: Do you mean ambidextrous?
MJ: I love you.

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Kaning: A good romance starts with a good romance!
Y/N:...And a bad romance starts with Rah-Rah Ah Ah Ah! Roma Roma-ma!Gaga, Ooh la la!~

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MJ: "My dearest belived fckos" is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech.
Thyme: See also: "Esteemed bstards".
Kavin: "Gentlefolk, ferals and domesticated Cryptids".
Y/N: "My fellow yees and haws".

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Glakao: *sneaking in through his window*
Y/N: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?
Glakao: I was with Thyme?
Thyme: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

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Y/N: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve.
Gorya: I think you mean cards.
Ren: They did not.
Y/N, pulling out knives: I did not.

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Ren: You can track Thyme?
MJ: Of course I can. If the NSA can do it, so can I.

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Thyme: It’s time to turn this into a real business.
Kavin: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes?
MJ: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes?
Ren: I handle our accounting.

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Gorya: How did you even get in here?
Thyme: Y/N's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Thyme's door"!
Y/N: I’m closing the window.

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Glakao: Do dragons fart fire?
Gorya: I don't know.
Glakao: I thought you went to college.

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Y/N: That's not funny.
Kavin: I thought it was funny.
Y/N: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.

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Glakao: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

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*In a horror movie situation*
Gorya: I've got no service in my phone here.
Kaning: Shoot, my battery just died.
Y/N: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.
Lita: Guys, my phone is a book.

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Y/N: I thought a truck was about to crash into me and I instinctively said "wHOA THERE BUCKAROO".
Y/N: I could have died and those would have been my last words.

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Ren: Love makes people do stupid things.
Y/N: I love everything!
Ren: That explains a lot.

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MJ: What did Kavin do this time?
Thyme: More like WHO did Kavin do this time?

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Y/N: The time to act is now.
Y/N: Wink, wink.
Gorya: Don't say "wink wink". Just wink.
Y/N: Oh, sorry.
Y/N: Wink.

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Y/N: Open up. Now.
Thyme: ...It all started when I was 6 years old-
Y/N: Open the fcking door.

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Gorya: Everytime I drink milk, I remember that Y/N used to put powdered milk in their milk so they could "drink more milk per milk".

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Gorya: I think I need a hug...
Y/N: Good thing I'm hug shaped!
*45 minutes later*
Gorya: You... you can let go now.
Y/N: No, I absolutely cannot.

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MJ: How high are you?
Y/N: Mm, I don't know how to say it in feet.
Kavin: No, he's asking what drugs are you on.
Y/N: Oh, antidepressants, why?

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Ren: You’re just being paranoid. Again.
Y/N: When have I been paranoid?
Ren: Um, when you first met Talay you thought they were an undercover cop…?
Y/N: No one has a wart that big, I thought it was a surveillance camera!
Ren: And last year you were sure Kavin was a mermaid!
Y/N: He hates wearing shirts! COINCIDENCE?!
*Later, when Y/N’s theory is proven wrong*
Ren: Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Y/N: I still think Kavin is a mermaid.

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Thyme: How would you like your coffee?
Ren: As dark and as bitter as my soul.
Thyme., shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Kavin: Oh look who got laid last night.
MJ: That’s right chumps, missionary accomplished!

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Y/N: Welcome to Fcking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?
Talay: Bees?
Y/N: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!
Talay: Wait-
*Thyme approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

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MJ: Are you laughing at that video of Gorya and Thyme fighting?
Y/N: No.
Y/N: I'm laughing at the comments.

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Y/N to Ren: We smell of sweat and loss.

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Thyme: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.
Y/N: Wow. They sound stupid.
Thyme: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.
Y/N: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”
Thyme: I guess you’re right. Hey Y/N, I love you.
Y/N: See! Just say that!
Thyme: Holy fcking sht.
Y/N: If that flies over their head then, sorry Thyme, but they're too dumb for you.
Thyme: Y/N.

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Ren: New challenge! Don't say stupid sht for 24 hours!

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Kavin: Guess what number I’m thinking of.
Thyme: 420?
Kavin: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.
MJ: 69.
Kavin: Yeah it was 69.

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Thyme: I could kill you if I wanted.
Y/N: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.