TF2 Incorrect Quotes

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[sol-ariis]

if you shipped bush medicine you now ship mchanzo but if you shipped speeding bullet you ship mcgenji sorry I don't make the rules

[welldressedandhellastressed]

you’re not wrong and my brain was not mentally prepared for that

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Engineer, Holding Out His Ice Cream to Sniper, Blocking the Door: Oh, my God! Cheers to TEXAS! Cheers to TEXAS- Cheers me to Texas or I'm not letting you out.

Sniper: . . .

Engineer: Cheers to TEXAS! Cheers to- Cheers me or I'll scream.

Scout: The sad thing is; I think he would've said this without day quill.

Engineer: What.

(I got these from Shane Dawson.)

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Medic: Doves deserve to live forever.

Engineer: And people don’t?

Medic: Of course not

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Heavy: you lied?

Medic: I may have

Heavy: you may have, or you did?

Medic: I may have did.

[mawgore-deactivated20200811]

I did a thing

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Scout: What year was the war of 1812?

Sniper: The war…of 1812? How many hints do you need? The answer is in the name!

Sniper: What did you think the 1812 was, the fucking address?!

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Medic: [trips on air]

Heavy, punching the air: who the fuck do you think you are, who the fUCK DO YOU THINK—

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Engineer: They were not, as the kids say, awake

Scout: Don’t you mean woke?

Engineer: I did mean woke, but it’s grammatically incorrect

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Spy: I could kill you if I wanted to.

Sniper: Oh, yeah? So could the other team.

Spy:

Sniper: Or a dog.

Spy:

Sniper: Or a dedicated duck.

Spy:

Sniper: You aren’t special, Spy.

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Medic: I don’t identify as gay. I am gay.

Medic: I identify as a bitch.

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Scout: What's with Soldier? He seems to be crabby and paranoid. I mean, more than usually.

Medic: Demoman Partying Induced Chronic Insomnia. Commonly known as DPICI. At least by me. Earlier that night he spent an hour intergrating the coffe machine.

Soldier *staring at coffee machine*: Give me your DARK BEANY SECRETS!

(Source: Penguins of Madagascar.)

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Engineer: It’s interesting getting older and learning that most adults are not smart.

Engineer: I had my suspicions but I didn’t think the situation was this bad.

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Medic: Look inside yourself. What do you see? You should at least have a few lungs.

Engineer: ... a few??

Medic: Give or take

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Medic: Better use science to see if he’s dead.

Medic: *kicks a corpse* yup, he’s dead

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Scout: I’m 80% daddy issues, 20% alcohol, 100% gay.

Spy: That's 200%?

Scout: I'm twice the man you'll ever be

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Medic: You shouldn't insult people who are bigger than you.

Engineer: Then I'd never get to insult anyone, and we can't have that.

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Medic: you’re not worthless

Medic: Organs are extremely valuable on the black market.

[welldressedandhellastressed]

Scout: Isn't it funny how everyone is like background characters in other people's stories? Except for me of course because I'm sexy and important but like, all of you.