Incorrect F4 Quotes

Eleven

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Ren: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!
MJ: It's kind of complicated, but Thyme-
Ren: Got it. Forget I asked.

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Glakao, holding up his class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like "Chipotle".
Glakao, in shock: Wait a minute, is it "Chip-o-tottle"?

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Y/N: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-
MJ: Eyy, homie!
Kavin: But then there's cootie...
Ren: Die.

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Kaning: It's funny how well you and Thyme get along. Didn't he hate you at first?
Y/N: Thyme hates everybody at first. It's his way of reaching out to people.

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Y/N: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.
Kaning: You and me!
Y/N: *tearing up* Ok.

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Gorya looking at a selfie of Y/N's: I hate this photo.
Y/N: I'm cute as heck in that photo! I'm smiling kindly.
Gorya: You're not smiling kindly; you look like you're up to something.
Y/N: Up to kindness.

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Kavin: *gets a text* Oh! It's MJ.
Y/N, excitedly: Did he get me the stuff?
Kavin: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.
Y/N: Wow! Where'd they find 12 gallons of fake blood?
Kavin: You wanted fake blood?
Y/N:
Kavin: I'll go call MJ.

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Ren: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

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Y/N: I told Thyme that his ears turn red when he lies.
Ren: Do they?
Y/N No.
Ren: Then why did you tell him that?
Y/N: Because I can do this.
Y/N: Hey Thyme! Do you love us?
Thyme, with his hands over his ears: No.

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*Kavin is telling a story*
Y/N: Wow, Vin, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!
MJ: Romance?
Y/N: I have a crush on him.

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Kavin: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Thyme: Screw that, I'm not kissing any of you.
*Y/N walks in*
Thyme: Fine, I'll do it. Rules are rules you know.

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Mira: And what do we say when life disappoints us?
Y/N: Called it.
Mira: No.

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Ren, watching Gorya & Y/N panic : What's going on?
Kavin: Gorya is having a midlife crisis and Y/N is just having a crisis.

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Thyme: I'm actually the smartest and most handsomest man on this dmn playground so you'd better show some fcking respect before I scrape my knees and make it look like you pushed me.

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Gorya: Could you be anymore annoying?
Thyme: Yes.

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Tia: If we lose, you're out of the will.
Y/N: I was in the will?

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Y/N: If an unknown number has a non-local area code, I hang up. It's obviously a telemarketer.
Y/N: If the number has a local area code, I hang up. This one is also a telemarketer but trying to be sneaky.
Y/N: Moral of the story, I never answer the phone. Ever.
MJ: This is why you're a virgin.
Y/N: I'm not going to screw the telemarketer man.

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Y/N, excitedly: Heeyy!!
Ren: Hey, someone's excited.
Thyme, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.