Diego: On A Scale Of One To Ten How Emotionally Damaged Are You

Diego: on a scale of one to ten how emotionally damaged are you

Klaus: mm probably a Five

Five, sadly looking down:

Marvin: *slides Whizzer a suitcase after 1 (one) game of chess*

Whizzer: *stares into the camera like it's the Office* You ever have those days where you think "this might as well happen"?

Five: hey Klaus you hate small spaces right

Klaus: sure do

Five: does that make you Klaustrophobic?

Klaus:

Klaus: touché

Reginald: number seven, you mean to say you watched the entire fight happen and did nothing?

Vanya: *points to her box* well I was sittin' over there on the bench

moving/beautiful falsettos quotes

- lovers live and die, fortissimo - it hurts when love fades -if intelligence was the only criteria, would i need a psychiatrist? -bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch -do i love him? no. -she saves lives and i save chicken fat, how am i supposed to fucking deal with that? -i never wanted to love you -i hate the world -love is blind, love can tell a million stories -does she sleep in the nuuuuuuuuuuuuuude?? -my father says that loooove is the most beeeeeaautiful thing in the world -kid, be my son -it’s about time to grow up, don’t you think? -homosexuals. (long pause) -naaancy reaaagaaan (yabba dabba) -spiky lesbians -pretty boys are in demand -set to screw -oh my god, when am i gonna get over this? -nervous wrecks (hhuhhhhhhh) -one day i’d like to be as mature as my son, who is twelve years old -stop! this is so much crap -how you can stop with the prayers at a bar mitzvah?? -i’ll bring women from the wrong side of the tracks ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) -be alright for the rest of your life -the lesbians from next door!! -chiiiild (chiiiiild) chiiiild (chiiiild) -i like when julie johnson does splits in her kilt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) -without you, my life would be boring as shit. -sliiiiiiiide -never nevEr nevER nEvER NEVER?? -you’re looking sweeter than a donut -is he still queer? (am i still queer) -i wanna tOucH iT -iiiii waaaanaaa ruuuun my haandddsss throuuugh eeettttt -even maniacs can charm, which he will -please god, don’t let me make the same mistake -at least, there’s trina -yuppie fARts -for the first time in months, nobody died! (yyyyaaaaaaaaeeeeyyyy!!) -light bulbs up the ass -sex and games in new york city have got to played with flair! -play it raw, don’t play it pretty -you have paintings of dicks don’t talk to me about taste i’m getting tired, feel free to reblog and add more!

Klaus, with the briefcase: you want it? Go get it!

Klaus: *throws it five feet away and sprints in the other direction*

Klaus: sTrEEt SmARtS!!