Charles: You Have To Pick Your Battles.

Charles: You have to pick your battles.

Scott: One of the battles that we picked was to stop Luna and Nathan from running plastic tubes all over the manor and placing hamsters inside of them.

Pietro: They were gonna call it Tube City.

Peter: Scott freaked out because I told him I never drink water, so now he’s making me drink 8 glasses a day.

Peter: I mean, there’s water in soda, there’s water in coffee, there’s little pools of water on pizza…

Jean: …That’s grease, Peter.

Peter: Well, it’s wet, isn’t it?

Pietro: I hate you

Scott: *in his head* Enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst with happy ending, 300k+ words.

Erik: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Moira: Weak. I sleep with a gun under mine.

Peter: You’re both pathetic.

Moira: What do YOU sleep with Mr. Hotshot?

Peter: *sipping his coffee* Scott.

Cyclops: I’m gonna take you out.

Quicksilver: Great, it’s a date.

Cyclops: I meant that as a threat.

Quicksilver: I know, I’ll pick you up at eight.

Scott: You’re too fast for me Crowley.

Peter: I will break up with you if you quote Good Omens one more fucking time.

Scott: …

Peter: Don’t you dare.

Scott: Don’t let me tempt you.

Peter: THAT’S IT-