Pietro: I Dont Think I Can Mansplain, Manipulate, Manwhore Our Way Out Of This Situation.

Pietro: I don’t think I can mansplain, manipulate, manwhore our way out of this situation.

Scott: Manslaughter it is.

John: Luna’s at Olympic and Twentieth? That’s the old salvage yard where kids go to get high.

Scott: What?! We’re going there right now!

Pietro: Wait. Are you sure, John?

John: Ocko, I’m going to answer and then I’m gonna walk away. Deal?

Pietro: Deal.

John: I’m 420% sure.

Pietro: . . .

Scott: Wow, he’s bad at math!

Cyclops: Thanks, Cap. This meeting was fun.

Captain America: Summers, just take you twink and go.

Quicksilver:

Cyclops:

Quicksilver: That’s just unfair.

Pietro: “Get married and have kids,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said.

Nate: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

John: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI-FLAMETHROWER!

Luna: It’s called a fire extinguisher. FIRE. EXTINGUISHER.

Scott: JOHN LITERALLY HAS A FIRE MUTATION! JUST CONTROL IT!

Pietro: Don’t. Don’t if you value your sanity.

Jubilee: Scott and Pietro seem to be playing their own separate game, and it’s called Let’s see how uncomfortable we can make our teammates by flirting at fights.

Jean: And they’re both winning.

Scott: Did I get anything out of this experience? No. It was completely and totally uneventful.

Jubilee: He kissed a guy!!!

Scott: No, I didn’t!

Ororo: Yes, you did!

Scott: Didn’t!

Jubilee: Diiiiiiiiiiid!!!

Scott: Did! Not!

Ororo: Did!

Jubilee: Did, did, did, did, did! Di di di did di di di did!!!

Jean: Babe, I can break this tie.

Jean: *holds up a photo of Pietro kissing Scott*

Ororo: He totally did!