Amren: Look, you didn't ask me for my opinion, but I'm old, so I'm giving it anyway.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@incorrectacotarquotes
Amren: Look, you didn't ask me for my opinion, but I'm old, so I'm giving it anyway.
Rhys: Can I ask you a dumb question?
Amren: Better than anyone I know.
Just found out the world doesn’t revolve around me. Status: Shocked & upset.
Rhys (via incorrectacotarquotes)
Nesta: Have you no control over these idiots?
Rhysand: None, whatsoever.
Azriel: You know, anybody but me would punch you right in the head.
Cassian: Which is why you are my best friend!
I bear it so they don’t have to.
Rhysand
Feyre: Why is your back all scratched up?
[Flashback to Rhys chasing a raccoon after Feyre told him to leave it alone]
Rhys: I'm having an affair.
There is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.
Cassian
Feyre: That sounds like a horrible plan.
Azriel: Oh, we've had worse.
Cassian: You know what, bro?
Rhys: What?
Cassian: If I were a cat, I'd spend all 9 lives with you.
Rhys: [clutches heart]... Bro.
Feyre: How long does your ideal hug last?
Rhys: 32 to 45 minutes.
Feyre: That's impractical.
Rhys: You said ideal, not realistic.
Feyre: No, it's cool. You guys got your little hero thing. I'm fine. I mean, I got better things to do than tag along with some supernatural rescue party.
Rhysand: You can join.
Cassian: [nods]
Feyre: Okay, but only because I lied about having better things to do.
Mor: Feyre, you look anxious.
Feyre: It's the anxiety.
Varian: You think I might tell everyone that you like to be the little spoon?
Amren: Everyone likes to be the little spoon! It makes you feel safe!
Rhys: If I die, I wanna die smoldering hot.
Feyre: I wanna die ugly and bra-less.
Amren: I just wanna die.
I would like to thank you all for showing up here today, but I won’t because you were required to.
Rhys [to the cadre]
Rhys: Oh my god, I'm going to die.
Feyre: At this point, I've kind of passed the level where you're stressed and ascended into a higher realm. I am calm.
Rhys: I'm not. Fuck it, I'm gonna de-stress by singing the song of my people.
Feyre: [sigh] Do you have to? There are people right there and this is the fourth time this week.
Rhys: Screw you, I do what I want. [Collapses onto the floor and screams at the ceiling]