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Doctor: Your arm’s broken. I’ll put you in a cast and you’ll recover. Stiles: That’s great, but I don’t see how being in a movie will help. Noah: *face palms*
Scott: Huh. Stiles: Shut it. Scott: I just said “huh”. Stiles: And I just said “shut it”.
Scott: Okay, someone explain to me how Stiles making dinner led to Isaac being stabbed? Stiles: I told him to stay out of my kitchen when I’m cooking. Scott: And? Stiles: And he said “Why? What are you gonna do, stab me?” Scott: … Lydia: That’s fair.
Stiles: Scott. Scott: Yes? Stiles: They’ll be following you now. Scott: Who will? Stiles: I don’t know. They they. The ominous “they”.
Isaac: Next time maybe give me a little heads up with your plan. Allison: I didn’t want you thinking. You’re not very good at that.
Stiles: *at the stove* Scott: *walks in* Scott: What are you doing? Stiles: I’m making holy water. Scott: What? Stiles: You have to boil the hell out of it. Scott: … Scott: *walks away* Stiles: *cackles hysterically*
Stiles: The only thing we’re guilty of is being sexy as hell. Isaac: And also occasional kidnapping, maiming, and murdering.
Stiles: Don’t do anything I would do. Scott: Isn’t it supposed to be don’t do anything you wouldn’t do? Stiles: Oh god, definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Stiles: Phew. I kinda figured maybe that would get rid of it. Derek: *thinking back to when a coyote was about to eat them five seconds ago* Maybe? MAYBE?! What if you were wrong? Stiles: Huh. Honestly that thought hadn’t occurred to me. Stiles: *walks away* Derek: …?! Derek: “Honestly that thought hadn’t occurred to me.” Derek: I’m gonna kill him.
Scott: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other human beings? Stiles: Are you talking about prostitution, movies, or airplane tickets? Scott: Umm…glasses but oh my god…
Mason: Your dad’s a bit of a pessimist. Liam: He’s not my dad. Scott, at the same time: I’m not his dad.
Scott: Alright, two truths and a lie. Stiles: Oh I love this game. I killed three people last week. Scott: Oh that’s obviously the lie. Stiles: I had a passionate gay love affair with a man named Francois. Scott: …is that the lie? Stiles: And I’m a Taurus. Scott: …I thought you were an Aries. Stiles: Aha! You got me!
Stiles: See? It’s empty. The plan is good. Lydia: “The plan is good”? We’ve been down here for two seconds.
Stiles: *walks in already laughing* Scott: …oh no. Scott: Okay. Spit it out. Stiles: Did you hear about Maya Hee? Scott: Maya Who? Stiles: Maya Ha Ha. Scott: … Stiles: *loses it laughing* Scott: *walks away*
Scott: You’re giving us…stickers? Liam: Not just any stickers! Those are stickers of a kitty saying “Me-wow!” Stiles: We’re not preschoolers. Liam: Fine. I’ll take them all back. Stiles: I earned this! Back off!
Stiles: *drags in a dead body* Scott: What have you done? Stiles: What does it look like? Scott: We’re dead! Stiles: No, he’s dead. We’re fine.
Stiles: The only thing we’re guilty of is being sexy as hell. Isaac: And also occasional kidnapping, maiming, and murdering.