Weiss: every time I'm confronted with a problem and feel desperate and helpless, I look at a picture of all of us together.
Group: awww–
Weiss: and I tell myself, if I can survive living with those dumbass clowns, it means I can handle every problem.
Group:
--
Winter: you three, explain right now!
Yang: it was Oscar.
Jaune: it was Oscar.
Ren: it was Oscar.
Oscar:
Oscar: ...fuck.
--
Blake: *bends down on one knee*
Yang: OH MY GOSH, IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING.
Blake: *ties shoelaces*
Yang: SHE FINALLY STOPPED WEARING FUCKING CROCS.
--
Yang: aww, some child drew a funny looking giraffe!
Weiss: there aren't any children here.
Blake, clenching her jaw: it's an alpaca.
--
Blake: have you ever tried honey?
Yang: tried what?
Blake: honey.
Yang: yes?
Blake:
--
Salem: Wow. Once again, I am under attack simply because I have taken the lives of thousands of innocent people. How inconsiderate of you.
--
Blake: *traps a wasp under a cup*
Yang: *appears and sets down 2 more cups*
Blake: No...
Yang: *starts to shuffle them*
--
Blake, seductively: Tell me your wildest fantasy.
Yang: I'm on the Wheel of Fortune, and I spin it so hard it lights on fire.
Blake: No, I meant like-
Yang: Everyone claps.
--
Yang: Look, Weiss, I know we don't get along.
Weiss: [scoffs] Yeah we sure as fuck don't.
Yang: Shut up. I brought you a gift as a peace offering.
Weiss: What is it?
Yang: [handing it to her] Here, it's a bath bomb. You just throw it into the bath when you need to relax.
Weiss:
Weiss: Yang, this is a toaster.
--
Ruby, exhausted: [opens up a cereal box]
Ruby: [grabs a bowl]
Ruby: [opens up milk]
Ruby: [pours milk into their hand]
Blake, watching from the side: Hey, uh, Ruby-
Ruby: No, no give me a sec. I know something is wrong. Just give me a sec, I'll figure it out. Just wait a sec
--
Yang: Ruby?
Ruby: *sigh* Weiss used to call me Ruby.
Yang: because it's your fucking name.
--
Weiss, preparing the group for a photo in the snow: you guys, say colorado-
Ruby, skiing by: I'M A GIRAFFE!
--
Ruby: is there anyone here who's actually straight?
Blake: *raises hand*
Yang: *puts Blake's hand down*
--
Yang: I never know what to say on funerals.
Blake: just say "sorry for your loss", then move on.
[later at a funeral]
Yang: I'm sorry for your loss, move on.
--
Blake: *phone starts ringing*
Weiss, looking to see who's calling: Lmao, you still call your dad "daddy"?
Blake, answering the phone and making direct eye contact with Weiss: Hello Yang.
Weiss: *chokes on drink*
