*Falls down the stairs like a slinky and extends a silver platter to you* Your meal, your majesty.
Skeppy: I thought you really cared!
Bad: For you? Yes. For the stinking pig sleeping in our room? No!
Skeppy: He is cute!
Bad: He is also in a dire need of being bathed with fragrances!
Bad, hands Skeppy a knife: Here, you can have Stabby.
Skeppy: … thank you, Bad.
Bad: I’m a simple Person A. People raise their voices at me, I cry for an hour.
George, tearing up: So you lied…about everything.
Dream: I didn’t lie.
Dream: I just avoided certain truths to manipulate you.
George: I'm not looking for trouble.
DreamXD: What a horrible way to live…
Techno: Listen, kid-
Ranboo: Please, call me Ranboo.
Techno: I’d rather not. If I named you, I could get attached.
Bad, points to Skeppy: That’s my Boyfriend, suckers!
Skeppy: Your husband, Bad.
Bad: My husband! Even better!
Ranboo: I'm gonna marry you someday
Tubbo: Not if I marry you first!
DreamXD: It took me 28 minutes and a lot of tears, but I can now almost use a computer.
Bad: If there are trees, you aren't alone.
Skeppy: I can't tell if this is supposed to be encouragement or an ominous warning.
Bad: That's purely up to the trees.
Techno: Based on statistical evidence, I think I'm immortal.
Techno: I haven't died yet.
Phil: That's not... how it works.
Skeppy: ‘Villain apologist’? Nah, I don't apologize for anyone. What my husband does on his days off is not my business.
Ranboo, holding a bomb: Tubbo, where should I put this so it doesn't hurt anyone we know or care about?
Tubbo: Out the window, Ranboo. There's nothing but strangers out there.
Bad: Rot in Hell, crapface!
Bad: Also, I love you and I treasure you, and you bore me!
Skeppy: God, you’re being so mean. Do it more~.
Bad:*flirty* I hope you die.
Skeppy: *gasp, sigh*
Techno: Friendly reminder that I literally, actually cannot die, and I’d love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down.
*on a road trip*
Wilbur: Wow, that’s a lot of traffic.
Tommy: Dad, Wilbur said traffic!
Phil: Believe it or not, Tommy, Traffic is not actually a bad word.
Skeppy: Is that a liquid lipstick?
Skeppy: Give it. I’m thirsty.
Bad: I’m not letting you drink my lipstick. It’ll just make you more thirsty.
Skeppy: Give it!
Bad: I’m not giving you my lipstick!
Skeppy: Then give me your Sticklip!
Bad: That doesn’t even make any sense!
Skeppy: I don’t make sense when I’m thirsty!
Me: Give me my gender back, you slut.
Ranboo: Come and get it whore.
Eret: There is only one gender and it’s mine. Y'all can”t have it >:(
Niki: mom said it’s my turn on the gender!
Siren: Heyyy come over here for a good time ;)
Karl: I’m asexual
Siren: Heard you wouldn't fight a siren
Karl, immediately turning his ship to crash into the rocky cliffs: Who the honk said that???
Skeppy: help, my husband got wine drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire, saying “good luck trying to return me without the receipt”
* Rolls back up the stairs, with a horrible crunching sound* Till we meet again