Incorrect Encanto Quotes

quotes i think fit the Madrigals haha (I also do ask the madrigals and headcanons lol)

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Do you ever share the source of the incorrect quote?

//I get all of my incorrect quotes from two places:

https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator

https://incorrect-quotes-generator.neocities.org/

//The sources outside of that, though, I got no idea. A lot are vines or snippets from TV shows/movies.

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Dolores: Croissants: dropped

Isabela: Road: works ahead

Camilo: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Mirabel: Shavacado: fre

Luisa: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Abuela:

Abuela: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Julieta: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.

Camilo, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

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Camilo: I have a philosophy in life; if the seat is open, the job is open. That’s how I came to briefly drive a Formula 1 car.

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Julieta: How would you like your coffee?

Bruno: As dark as my soul.

Julieta: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

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Camilo: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!

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i don’t want to be a busybody, but it wasn’t colonizers that burnt the town to the ground in your yandere fic. alma and pedro fleeing the village was most likely based on the thousand day war in colombia, which was a civil war. of course you don’t have to post this but uhhh yeah.

//A lot of people I've met in the fandom agreed it was colonizers, and some sources do say it was, but official stuff (Disney wiki) does say they were corrupted Colombian soldiers. My mistake, and I will indeed be changing that. Thank you for the information/correction!

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Isabela: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Isabela: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

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Pepa: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump.

Camilo: *points at a picture* That one is the dump.

Pepa: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!

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Abuela, to Camilo: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Camilo: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Abuela: You just told me you're pregnant.

Mirabel: Congratulations Camilo, you're glowing!

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ACTION WINTER JOURNEY - YANDERE BRUNO MADRIGAL X READER

“Can I get anything else for you, señora?” You inquire, taking up a plate from the table of 3 you were serving. The older woman who sat in front of you smiled and shook her head. “No, thank you though.” You return the smile and head off to sit in the back for a few minutes before going out and taking care of your customers again.

A server at a small restaurante your parents ran, you were a young adult in their mid 20s. You lived in the Encanto, a village that appeared when your parents and their old village were burned to the ground. An event that caused a miracle to spark, giving magic abilities to a specific family, the Madrigals.

You hadn’t been born yet, so you didn’t know all of the details, just the ones mamá told you at storytime before bed as a child.

“Are you back here, Y/N?” You heard your father call from the kitchen. “Yes sir,” You reply, peeking over a stack of cornmeal bags to show him where you were. “Could you head out to the market real quick? We ran out of eggs, apparently I forgot to do inventory last night.” He laughed sheepishly at the last part. “What about our customers?” You ask, not really caring and actually wanting to get out of the restaurante for an hour or two. “Tu madre y yo can take care of it.” He assured, but you were already halfway through the doorway to the main part of the lobby, taking off your server’s apron that he made you wear. “I’ll be back in an hour, bye papá!” You wave at him before leaving through the lobby, heading through the door of the restaurante.

You made your way through the village, heading for the market district. You and the farmer had become good pals, so you knew exactly where her stand was. “Fresh wheat! Ripe tomates! Healthy eggs, laid just this week!” You heard her familiar voice advertise to passersby. You walk up to the stand. “Hola, Lucía! Buenas tardes.” You greet with a smile. “Buenas tardes, Y/N.” She smiled back. “What did your dad run out of this week?” She asks playfully. “Eggs.” You reply with a sigh. “I swear, he needs to start letting mamá take inventory.” You laugh as Lucía picks out a dozen eggs, handing them to you in a small, handwoven basket. “How much do I owe you this time?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you grab the pouch of money that was strung from your trousers. Lucía laughs and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, you’re putting my kids through schooling with how often you buy from my stand. Don’t worry about it this time, everything is free.” She gives you a warm smile. You raise your eyebrows in shock. “Are– are you sure?” You still reach for your money pouch. She moves her hand to your own, pushing it down back to your side. “I’m sure, Y/N.”

You smile and thank her. You make your way away from her stand with the basket held close to you, to make sure nothing broke on your commute between the market district and your parents’ restaurante.

You decided you didn’t want to go back yet, and since you had way more money than you’d expected to have, you decided to look around for something for your parents. A jewelry set, maybe, or some books; they were both avid readers. Books would be the safest option, you supposed. You made your way to the bookstore, on the opposite side of the market district from Lucía’s shop. You kept to the sides of the streets, politely denying any stand keepers who advertised their services to you. You divert your attention from in front of you to ahead of you, searching for the sign that revealed the store’s location. Just as you look back to the street, a body shoves forcefully into you.

You yelp in surprise, trying to balance the eggs as you look at who just bumped into you. You didn’t recognize them, their face was covered by a hood casting a shadow on their face. You failed to notice the egg that was nearly thrown from the basket, and by the time you did it was already halfway to the ground. “Whoa!” The person said in shock, quickly catching the egg. They remove the hood.

Oh? It was a Madrigal. You didn’t quite remember his name. Bruce? Brian? …Bruno?

Bruno! Bruno Madrigal, the youngest of the triplets, yet still older than you were. He looked timid, hazel-green eyes darting around to scan for judging glances from the townspeople. His fluffy hair obscured part of his face. Man, it looked soft. Did he, like, wash it every day or something? You wished your hair looked that soft. “Hah– Sorry.” He quickly apologized, placing the egg gently in the basket, patting it lightly before turning his attention back to you. “You’re one of the Madrigals.” You state. He nodded. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t see you–” He began profusely apologizing. You cut him off. “You’re fine, accidents happen.” You smile. “But don’t let it happen again.” You warn, the smile fading to a scowl. His face turns to one of alarm before you put a hand up defensively. “Kidding, I’m kidding.” You tell him quickly. The alarm fades to relief.

“Well, sorry, again. I’ll– I’ll see you around.” He muttered before placing his hood back, the shadows returning and obscuring his face. Man, that was eerie.

“Yeah…see you around.” You say, but he was already gone. How the hell did he do that?

You make your way to the bookstore and buy a set of books for your parents. The book keeper smiled and bid you farewell as you left, making your way back to the restaurante. Once you got there you headed to the back, setting the basket of eggs on the counter behind your father. “Papá, I got the eggs.” You tell him. He thanked you and you made your way back to the back. You set the books down on a table and put your server apron back on. The bell rang at the front of the store and your mother asked if you could serve whoever just walked in. With a ‘sure’, you make your way to the front. The timid man you’d just seen stood at the front of the lobby, waiting to be seated. Your eyebrows shoot up in shock. What’re the odds?

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action winter journey on ArchiveOfOurOwn by That_Gay_Frog

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36213487/chapters/90273631

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Isabela: Are you having another depressive episode?

Mirabel: A depressive episode?

Mirabel: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

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to ask dolores

can you tune out sound or is it non-stop always hearing?

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So Camilo, Whet was your favorite prank that you've ever pulled on someone?

DRAMATIC REINACTMENT :

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Camilo: She's the girl of my dreams!

Mirabel: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams.

Camilo: I have a lot of dreams.

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Mirabel: You read my diary?

Camilo: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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Kidnapper: We have your child

Dolores: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off his sandwich?

Dolores: Oh god, you have Mariano