Just a series of my favorite quotes from MTH *in no particular order*
Butch: What kind of life ends like that? That's not living. Living is... wringing every last drop of life out of your body, right to the end. Using it up completely.
Buttercup: You talk about it like we're all tubes of toothpaste.
Boomer: Heaven? Could you send an angel my way? Preferably one named Bubbles, I'm pretty particular about these things.
Brick: Everything except my dignity, which is clinging on by mere threads.
Blossom: Oh my God, you're hot.
Brick: Oh. For a second there, I thought you were jumping on the bandwagon.
Blossom: Yeah, because blindly trailing about in your wake like a swooning idiot is exactly how I'd like to spend my free time.
Brick: A good amount of girls do. I hear they've a website and everything.
Brick: I think I just fainted. In front of everybody.
Blossom: You crumpled to the floor in a very dignified manner.
Brick: So long as it was a manly faint.
Blossom: Oh, I don't think it could've gotten any more manly than that.
*Blossom goes into Brick's room*
Butch: That lucky bastard.
Butch: Fine. I'll ask Blossom. Blossom?
*door to Brick's room shut*
Butch: That lucky bastard!
Bubbles: So what happened with you and Brick today?
Bubbles: Oh. That's a shame.
Bubbles: It kinda is. I mean, you have to admit.
Butch: You could've given me his books at school.
Blossom: Like you would've passed it on.
Butch: Hey, for you, I'd kill the guy.
Brick: Just because I'm sick doesn't mean my superhearing doesn't work, jackass.
Brick: What are you doing- think twice before you 'Bow chicka bow wow' me, shithead.
Brick: You just got this look on your face that said something like, 'Oh my God, it's getting late,' or, 'I've ruined my dinner,' or something else equally goody-goody.
Brick: Don't worry about it.
Brick: You've got me with you.
Butch: I'm laying here, dying on a table-
Buttercup:You're not dying!
Butch: -which means you're obligated to do what I say and I say you get your ass back over here or I promise you that I am going to die on this table. I will do it. I will die so hard.
Buttercup: That's a cot, not a table.
Buttercup: And you can't make yourself die by sheer force of will.
Butch: Get over here and watch me.
Buttercup: I fucking hate guys.
Butch: Yeah. I know what you mean. We kinda suck.
Boomer: Hey! First you take my burger duties and now you take my girl?
Bubbles: I didn't think I was anybody's girl.
“The pile of sand Bubbles and her friends were working on exploded, and they shrieked as Butch pointed and opened his mouth in a silent scream. Over by the grill, Brick buckled to his knees.
"Are you okay?" Mike said, bending over him.
"I'm fine," Brick said weakly.
Was that a faint? Did I just faint? Fuck me, I think I just fainted, he thought torpidly.”
Bubbles: Brick, be nice to your brothers and play with them.
Brick: Excuse me? Who are you ordering around, exactly?
Bubbles: Come to think of it, I'm not sure. This sun's pretty bright, and you don't have a shirt on. Could you come closer so I could get a better look?
Buttercup: Yes, volleyball. Some hot, sweaty volleyball. Doesn't that sound refreshing?
Butch: Hey! Cut that out!
Buttercup: What? I'm just saying-
Butch: You're not allowed to find my brother hot!
Blossom: I didn't say anything!
Brick: I can sense things!
Boomer: Teach me, Hot Sexy Dance Goddess!
Brick: Don't call her that.
Most of them are the greens and Brick lol.
