Incorrect Frighteners Quotes (mostly Frank/Lucy)
Frank: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.
Lucy: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.
Frank: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??
Lucy: Is it working?
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Frank: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.
Lucy: That's great, Frank. Especially considering the fact we've been married for twenty-five years.
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Frank: Hey, Luce, what are your favorite flowers?
Lucy: Forget-me-nots, why?
Frank:
Lucy: Were you going to get me flowers?
Frank:
Lucy:
Frank: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ
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Frank: *seductively takes off the reading glasses I absolutely headcanon that he owns*
Frank: Wow...
Lucy: *blushes* Haha... what?
Frank: You're really fucking blurry.
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Lucy: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Frank: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
Lucy: That one. I want that one.
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Frank: Luce, I wasn’t even hurt that badly. After all, you said that my bleeding was internal. That’s were the blood’s supposed to be!
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Cyrus, after he died: If you get killed, what happens to all your debt? LOOPHOLE!
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Frank: I need you to be scary Judge.
Judge: Oh, I Love being scary Judge! He always says what regular Judge is thinkin’.
“Scary” Judge: THIS IS TAKIN' TOO LONG!! I’M GONNA MISS THE FARMER’S MARKET!
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Lucy: If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything.
Ray: If I were to follow that rule, then I’d have to stop talking all together.
Lucy: Yeah…that’s the idea.
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Frank: You know you don’t have to sign your texts.
Dr. Kamins: Dear Frank, suggestion noted. Sincerely, Dr. Henry Kamins.
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Frank: I love saying ‘my wife’ it sounds so adult. *points at Lucy* That’s my wife.
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Lucy: You could pour soup in my lap and I’d apologize to you.
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Creepy resident: Would you say my chin beard is working?
Anthea: It’s working in terms of keeping me a lesbian.
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Frank: I do not *gaze* at Lucy...
Cyrus and Stuart, internally: C’mon, man...
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Debra in Heaven: You think I enjoy being mother hen to you two?
Cyrus and Stuart: ...
Debra: Okay fine, it’s like crack to me.
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Anthea: Give me back my phone!
Creepy resident: It’s mine.
Anthea: Oh, really? Does yours have a picture of Molly in the background?
Creepy resident: ... Yes?
Anthea: Ha! Trick question! Mine’s got Cybill Shepherd, see?
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Frank: You know what I want to do to you tonight?
Lucy: What?
Frank: *leans in to whisper*
Frank:
Lucy: You didn’t say anything.
Frank: I know. I was going to say something really kinky, but then I got embarrassed.
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*when Stuart and Cyrus first came to Frank’s house*
Stuart: Why is there a pancake in the silverware drawer?
Frank: You mean "why is there silverware in the pancake drawer?"















