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@incorrectthunderbirdsquotes
Fermat: Okay, youāre driving on the road and suddenly two of your brothers are in the way; what do you hit?
Alan: Oh that depends, which two of them is it? Definitely not John, I could never hit him.
Fermat: The BRAKES Alan! Y-you hit the bRAKES oh my god.Ā
Alan: Weāre friends, right?
Scott: Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is heading somewhere and I'm not sure I like where.
Gordon: You call it a 'near death accident', I call it a vibe check from God.
Scott: What did the doctor call it?
Gordon: Multiple broken bones and a concussion.
Gordon: Iāve come to offer you some friendly advice.
Alan: I donāt want your advice.
Gordon: Well then consider it unfriendly advice.
Scott, holding up a mop: Virgil, what would you say this is?
Virgil: A mop.
Scott: Tell him what you said it was. Go on.
John:
John: Wet broom.
Virgil: Now, while Scott and I are gone, you're going to be responsible for the wellbeing of Tracy Island.
Gordon: You hear that, Alan? I'm going to be responsible for the wellbeing of the Island!
Alan, sighing: Goodbye, Tracy Island.
Scott: You'll have to swear-
Alan: Fuck.
Scott:
Scott: Okay, you'll have to promise,
Alan: That helmet looks kind of lame
Scott: You know what isn't lame?
Scott: Death.
Gordon: Do you think lava would taste spicy?
Scott: Please do not eat lava.
Virgil, not looking up: You do you, I guess.
Alan: Actually, since lava is molten earth, it would probably taste very bland and dusty.
Gordon: Youāre the only person who understands me.
Virgil: Gordon used to wake up early to cut the crusts off of my sandwiches in the morning.
Lady Penelope: Aww, thatās so nice.
Virgil: He knew the crusts were my favorite part. He hated me so much.
Jeff:
Grandma Tracy: Are you okay?
Jeff: John just asked me āwhat if we put a slice of turkey in the DVD player and it played a movie about the turkeyās whole lifeā and none of the experiences in my life have prepared me for that question.
[Thunderbird meeting]
Scott: Thank you all for coming.
Alan: What are you talking about? We live here!
Alan, T-Posing: GREETINGS, GRANDMOTHER
Grandma Tracy, not looking up from her newspaper: Good morning, problem child.
Fuse: This is gonna hurt like a bitch!
Scott: First of all, language!
Scott: Second of all-[gets punched] FUCK
The Hood: No one truly loves you and you are a disgrace of the world you live in.
Kayo, taking a online quiz on what jelly bean flavor she is while drinking stale soda out of a mug: At least Iām not fucking licorice flavor could you even imagine.
Grandma Tracy: So, tell me what happened.
Gordon: I was reading an encyclopedia, and I tripped, or āfell overā, and hit my head, or ābrain helmetā.
Virgil: He sneezed and hit her head on the wall.
Grandma Tracy: Sounds about right.
Gordon: Who the fuck decided that rendezvous would be pronounced like that!?
Kayo: Poor monolinguals. Canāt seem to understand other languages besides English exist.
Gordon: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME
Alan: She called you Mongolian.