Emma: *Laughs* It’s a shame you don’t like kids.

Jo: Ugh. Nasty little vermin.

Garten: Inconceivable!

The Commandant: You keep saying that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Heather: How can you be so cold-blooded?

Dragon Prince: I’m a reptile. *Hisses*

Maggie J.: You’re teasing Father!

Whitbie: Afraid so.

Hanna: But that's mean!

Whit: "I told you, this fairy tale is about a mean brother - me!

Maggie and Hanna gasp.

Whit: But don't worry, I was about to learn my lesson.

Heather: *Sees Emma and Jo talking* Jo: *Is wearing a shirt that reads “Princess Emma Fanclub President”* Emma: *Walks away from Jo* Jo: *Looks at Heather* Heather: *Turns her back to reveal that the back of her shirt reads “Princess Emma Fanclub FOUNDER”*

*Heyna holding her and Kylen’s first child for the first time* Heyna: Nine months in my womb, making me suffer-and you look just like your father!

Based on a Mario fan comic I’ve seen a number of times.

Picket: Say Weezie, what’s your type?

Weezie: My type?

Picket: Yeah, like-what qualities do you look for in a buckfriend?

Weezie: Hm…well, I’d like someone courageous…and considerate…thoughtful…funny…handsome…athletic…maybe just a bit oblivious…kind…and hardworking.

Picket: Huh! Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Weezie: …Did I mention oblivious?

Picket: Yeah, why?

Weezie: Just checking.

Based on a comic from another fandom

Heather: Why didn’t you just say that you liked me?

Smalls: Because every buck with eyes likes you. I didn’t want to cause a problem.

Heather: Oh Smalls. You’re as sweet as you are dumb. *Kisses him on the cheek* And you’re really dumb.

Helmer: We need help... Maybe I should call my friends.

Wilfred: ...Your what?

Helmer: My friends.

Frye, squinting: Is he saying "Friends"?

Victor: I think he's being sarcastic.

Hewson: No, no, no. This is delirium, he's cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Helmer! All of your friends are in this room.

Helmer: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

Emma: Truth or dare.

Heather: Dare.

Emma: I dare you to kiss the cutest buck in the room.

Heather: Hey Kyle.

Kyle, smiling: Yeah?

Heather: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Smalls.

Picket: Excuse me miss. Have you ever been arrested?

Weezie: Oh. Yeah. How could you tell?

Picket: Oh. Uh…erm…I was going to say it’s illegal to be that cute…but now I’m curious.

Weezie: Aggravated assault.

Lander: Father? Can I get some courting advice?

Whitson: Just because I’m with your mother, that doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

The Green Ember and The Last Archer characters do the “Hold my…” trope.

Heather: Hold my starstick.

Picket: Hold my crutch.

Whittle: Hold my spectacles.

Sween: Hold my paintbrush.

Jacks: Hold my blocks.

Wilfred: Hold my guidebook.

Smalls: Hold my medallion.

Kylen: No, hold my medallion.

Emma: Hold my satchel.

Rake: Hold my horn.

Helmer: Hold my shield.

Maggie: Hold my sewing.

Heyward: Hold my shears.

Gort: Hold my knives.

Frye: Hold my age.

Jo: Hold my sword.

Nate: Don’t you think you might need that?

Owen: Hold my buddy.

Junder: Put me down!

Ramnor: Hold my poetry.

Victor: Hold my sass.

Garten: Hold my honor.

Redeye: What honor?

Heather: I don't know what's worse. The fact that I briefly thought I was related to Smalls, or the fact that I'm related to Picket.

Picket: drinking pure lemon juice Why is that a bad thing?

Medic: I'm sorry sir but we can only allow family in to see him at this point.

Helmer: Bold of you to assume I won't legally adopt them right now.

Jo, half asleep inside the hospital room: You tell 'em dad.

Bleston: you are not good enough for my son.

Heyna: you’re not good enough for your son.

Bleston: excuse me?

Heyna: you heard me.

Cole: I don’t think we can buckteeth, bucksaw, or buckshot our way out of it this time.

Picket: Swashbuckle it is.

Helmer walking into his quarters: Hello, people who do not live here.

Picket: Hey.

Cole: Hi.

Heyna: Hello.

Jo: Hey!

Helmer: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Picket: We were out of Doritos.

Victor: Wait. You’re inviting me over? Absolutely! I’ll be there in an hour.

Victor: My children want to see me! Take that depression!

Jo: Don't kill me! I have friends!

Some random wolves: You think we care about that?

Jo: No, this isn't a plea for mercy. It's a warning.

Wolves: What?

The Fowlers and Bracers: Where is Jo?!

Heyna: Why are you following me?

Kylen: Because we're dating now.

Heyna: Ok... what about Naylen?

Kylen: We're a package deal.

Naylen: Buy one idiot, get one free.

Wilfred: I’m a good dad.

Smalls: You’re not a dad, though.

Wilfred: You’re grounded.

Smalls: Wh-? You can’t do that!

Black Band Rabbit: Sit in that chair, I’m going to interrogate you.

Picket: whispering Deny everything.

Weezie: whispering back Got it.

Weezie, to the BBR: That’s not a chair.

Helmer: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 large wooden birds.

Emma: Come on, Heyna. Nobody actually believes that Jo is in love with me.

Heyna, to Emma’s company: Raise your hand if you know Jo is helplessly in love with Emma.

Everyone: *Raises their hand* Emma: Jo, put your hand down.

If Daggler had (seemingly) killed Picket

Helmer: That was a mistake.

Daggler: Why? Because you have no one left to die for you?

Helmer: No. Because I have nothing left to fear.

Owen: Thanks for saving me bucks, though I feel kind of lame for needing it.

Nate: You shouldn’t! We’re always there for each other. We’re a team!

Studge: Yeah, even I’ve gotten in trouble once or twice!

Nate: *gives Studge a weird look* Studge: Okay, lots of times.

Perkin One-Eye: Let’s not Helmer this into a worse situation than it already is.

Lord Captains: …

Helmer: Did you just use my name as a verb?

Perkin: *snorts* Gome: Nice!

Pickwand: Dude.

Based on a DuckTales thing I found on tumblr.

Hewson: Are you two fighting or flirting?

Airen and Snoden: Yes.

*Years later* Cole: Are you two fighting or flirting?

Picket and Weezie: Yes.

Cole: Well, it could be worse. They could be flirting while fighting.

Heyna: Was that directed at me?

Cole: *sarcastically* Noooo.

Picket: I never noticed the difference in our hands’ sizes.

Weezie: Are you just making an excuse to hold my hand?

Picket: *scoffs* No.

Emma: You’re such an idiot.

Jo: Well, at least I’m your idiot, right?

Emma: *blushes* That’s true.

Heather: I’m not used to being treated like this.

Smalls: Well, you should be. You’re my queen, after all.

Jo: I haven’t slept in seventy-three hours.

Picket: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia.

Helmer: It’s been ninety for me. I’m going for an even one hundred.

Cole: You bucks are terrifying.

Smalls: What’s a term for two bucks who interact occasionally because their doefriends are best friends?

Jo: That’s the homie-in-law.

Cole: I said something I shouldn’t have and just ended an amazing relationship.

Naylen: Sorry to hear that.

Cole: Oh, it wasn’t mine.

*Heyna and Kylen arguing in the background*

Emerson: Why are you late?

Heyward: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Emerson: Overslept?

Heyward: Overslept.

Owen: I am the most responsible person in this group.

Nate: …you just set the kitchen on fire.

Owen: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that!

Heather: Emma, why are you crying?

Emma: This book is so sad!

Heather: *picks it up* But this is my diary-

Picket: Do we have any orange juice left?

Weezie: *pours remaining juice into her cup* Sorry, we’re all out.

Cheltham: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza.

Lokson: So you’re not going to share?

Cheltham: I’m not going to share.

Helmer: This is a judgement free zone. *Pulls out a knife the size of his forearm* And I mean it.

Weezie, trying to flirt: I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH! With my mouth…Softly.

Picket: *blinks* That works for me.

Naylen: You need a hobby.

Kylen: I have a hobby.

Naylen: Staring at Heyna’s face is not a hobby.

Kylen: You’re right. It’s a profession, and I excel at my job.

Emma: Four hours is the longest I’ve ever spent alone with another rabbit and I hated every second of it.

Jo: What about that time we went to Chelmsford together? That was about four hours.

Emma:

Jo: Oh, I see what just happened.

Grant Whitson: I suppose I have a slight tendency to be a bit critical.

Lander: Suppose?!

Lemual: Slight?!

Davis: Tendency?!

Lucianne: A bit?!

Kylen is in the hospital reading cards

“Get well soon. Love, Naylen.”

“Miss you. Love, Heyna.“

“That wolf should have ended you. Love, Cole.”

Picket, standing in front of a board with “dying” written on it and a card covering another word: There’s only one thing worse than dying.

Picket removes card to reveal the name “Helmer”, making the statement “Helmer dying.”

Helmer, not getting it: Me?

Picket: No!

Made up a few:

Emma: This is Coleden Blackstar, our distant cousin.

Whitbie: A pleasure, young sir.

Emma: You already know Captain Longtreader.

Whitbie: Pleasure to see you again, Packslayer.

Emma: And this is Jo! *Hugs him*

Whitbie: *Eyes narrowed* …I’m watching you, punk.

Smalls: I am not obsessed with Heather.

Picket: Denial. It’s not just a river on a planet where people read books about us.

Naylen: On a scale of having a doe with numerous older brothers mad at you, how bad is it-Lucianne Blackstar? Or Harmony?

Kylen: Emma.

And now a few I found.

Emma: Did you tell anybody we're engaged?

Jo: Yes, Emma, I have no self control and I told the pretzel vendor we're engaged.

Emma: Okay, no need to be sarcastic.

Jo: No, seriously, I have no self control and I told the pretzel vendor we're engaged

Picket: *Crying* Weezie: You okay?

Picket: Yeah, it's just these onions.

Weezie: *To the onions* What did you say to my buckfriend?

Cole: Where's Kylen?

Heyna: HE IS NOT MY BUCKFRIEND!

Cole: Whoa there, never said he was.

Heyna: ...Oh.

Weezie: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Picket says nice things to me every day, and his love protects me.

Helmer: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Airen says mean things to me every day, so I'm prepared.

Nate Flynn: Owen, you're in charge while I'm away.

Owen: I'm your buck.

Nate: Don't do anything stupid.

Owen: I'm kinda your buck.

Nate: Please keep Junder and Studge from bullying Jo.

Owen: ...you need another buck.

Emma: I-is that blood on your shirt!?

Jo: What blood?

Emma: That blood!

Jo: Oh. It's not mine.

Emma: Is that supposed to reassure me?

Heyna: You don't think I can fight because of my gender!

Naylen: I don't think you can fight because you're in a wedding dress. For what it's worth, I don't think Kylen could fight in that dress either.

Kylen: Perhaps not. But I would make a radiant bride.

Picket, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me.

Weezie: Yeah, Picket will straight up cry in public. Don't try him.

Picket: Exactly, I will straight up--

Picket:

Picket, tearing up: Weezie, why would you say that?!

Heather: This is Wilfred, he loves his personal space.

Smalls: Bounds into room and attaches himself to Wilfred's arm.

Heather: And this is Smalls, he also loves Wilfred's personal space.

Nate: Together we'll save Natalia, or die trying.

Bracers: All except Studge run off Studge: Die?

Bracers: Come back and pull Studge along with them Studge: Die?

Jo: So when are you going to go out with me?

Emma: I don't know, when are you gonna ask me out?

Jo: ...uh...

Later

Cole: So you just ran away?

Jo: I didn't think she was gonna flirt back!!

Kylen: Hey Heyna, take a look at this beautiful work of art!

Heyna: Wait...Kylen, this is just a mirror--

Heyna: Blushes

Naylen: Father, how do you know if a doe likes you?

Bleston: She laughs at your jokes, none of which are clever, original, or insightful.

Naylen:

Bleston: What? You think I tell bad jokes all day for nothing? You think that's fun for me? I am probing your mother for honest signals of affection. When she stops smiling at the way I say "It's a whisky maneuver" whenever I whisk batter, I'll know she's divorcing me, perhaps that very fortnight.

Naylen: I'm...horrified.

Bleston: Hi Horrified. I'm Dad. Naylen's Mom: Ahahahaha!

Bleston: Good. Very good.

That last one was modified from this comic. Had to make it fit our favorite rabbits, and thought the suggestion of divorce was better than what the comic went with.

Kylen: You know, your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Victor: So him?

Heyna: Yes dad.

Victor: Are you sure?

Heyna: Yes, dad.

Victor: This is the best you could do?

Heyna: Dad!

Cole: Believe me dad, I've been here this whole time and I still don't understand why him.

At Sween and Whittle's wedding.

Officiant: Should anyone have reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.

Garten: *Looks around* Really? We're all just going to let this happen?

Jo: You are, without a doubt, the biggest security issue in the entire resistance.

Emma: I'm your favorite security issue.

Baby Helmer: Eh-eh.

Helmer's Mom: His first words!

Baby Helmer: Everything is a weapon.

Helmer's Mom: ...

Jo: I had a crush on someone and I didn't know how to handle it so I filled their room with heart-shaped confetti.

Picket:

Cole:

Heather:

Heyna:

Emma: That was you?

Nate: What was the most inspiring thing I've ever said to you?

Studge: "Don't be an idiot." Changed my life.

Weezie: *laughing* Is there anything you can't do?

Picket: Gather up my wits and ask you out.

Weezie: What?

Picket: What?

Jo: *sedated*

Emma: Come on, let's get you home.

Jo: I am.

Emma: What?

Jo: I'm with you.

Emma: *dies on the inside*

Kylen: Well, I'm about to do something stupid.

Heyna: You're always doing something stupid. How is this any different?

Kylen: *kisses her* Heyna: *Brain.exe has stopped working. Attempting to restart*

Got a lot today.

Weezie: I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Looks at Picket, napping on her shoulder, and smiles. I do know that I'm doing it really, really well.

Jo: eating cinnamon roll Emma: *gasping* Cannibalism!

Jo: confused chewing noises

Smalls: Nobody is perfect.

Heather: walks by Smalls: One person is perfect.

Cole: I am clearly not cut out to help people make life choices.

Harmony: Oh, I wouldn't be so sure. You helped me choose you.

Cole: Okay, that time I was a genius.

Naylen: I accidentally ate Heyna's sandwich. How long do you think I'll have to live?

Kylen: Ten.

Naylen: Ten what?

Kylen: Nine.

Winslow: I love this picture of our siblings when we were younger. We were so happy.

Whitbie: Where's Smalden?

Winslow: Smalden wasn't born yet. That's why we were so happy.

Heather: Brr, it's kind of cold.

Smalls: Oh here, take my scarf. Wraps scarf around her neck.

Heather: Smiling Thanks Smalls

Weezie: Whoa, I'm cold.

Picket: What?! Gives her his waistcoat. Weezie, I told you. Gives her his winter coat and cloak. That it was gonna be cold out today! Gives her his jacket. What if you come down with something? Gives her his scarf.

Jo: *BAM* Emma: What was that?

Jo: My shirt fell.

Emma: That sounded louder than a shirt falling, though.

Jo: I was in the shirt.

Harmony: Truth or dare?

Cole: Truth.

Harmony: I dare you to come over and kiss me right now.

Cole: Getting up. Alright.

Naylen: ...but he didn't even pick dare?

Kylen: Looking lovingly at Heyna. You're so tiny and adorable.

Heyna: I could kill you in your sleep.

Kylen: Smiling lovingly. I know!

Whittle: *sweating* So there's something I want to ask y-

Sween: Finally, you're proposing!

Whittle: ...how did you know?

Sween: Sweetheart, you've dropped the ring five times during dinner alone. I even picked it up once.

Picket: You can't make everyone like you. You're not Weezie.

Moonlight: What? Not everyone likes Weezie.

Picket: Who doesn't?

Moonlight: Well-

Picket: Names, now. Give me their names.

A few years down the road.

Emma: How do tall people sleep? Wouldn't their feet go right past the blanket?

Jo: Em, it's three in the morning.

Emma: You can't sleep?

Jo:

Emma: Is it the blanket?

Heather: And then this poet wrote the-

Smalls: Wait-I know that! Agh, wait a second...It was this buck with the weird hat and everything-You told me the last time-

Heather: You actually listen to me?

Smalls: Confused. Why wouldn't I?

Heather: Hugs Smalls with teary eyes. Thank you.

Smalls: Er-you're welcome?

Harmony: Carrying supplies in both hands. Cole: Reaches out a hand to help her. Harmony: Shifts the supplies so she can hold Cole's hand. Cole: That's not what I-okay.

Heyna: I know you hate me, Kylen, but-

Kylen: Wait, what? You think I hate you?

Heyna: You always clam up when I enter the room, and you're always watching me, and you never want to hang out with me, and you get tense whenever I walk close to you, and you won't talk to me in full sentences-oh, wait, I hear it now, oh my goodness, you have a crush on me, that's adorable.

Fay: You know what I don't like about my last name? It's different from your last name.

Flint: ...Fay, we don't have last names.

I've been missing from this site for a while, but I'm back and got some incorrect quotes

Emma: I trust Jo.

Cole: You think he knows what he's doing?

Emma: I wouldn't go that far.

Emma: Tonight one of you will betray us.

Jo: Is it me, Emma?

Emma: No, it's not you.

Picket: Is it me, Emma?

Emma: No it's not you either.

Kylen: Is it me, Emma?

Emma:

Emma, mockingly: iS iT mE Emma?

Heather: How do I deal with my enemies?

Picket: Kill them.

Heather: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution.

Picket: Kill them only a little?

Cole: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Jo: Oh, I'm always running.

Cole: The question is from what?

Wilfred: Can I have some of your water, Helmer?

Helmer: It's not water, it's vinegar.

Wilfred: Wh- wha-

Helmer: It's vinegar, COWARD.

Have a good Sunday y'all. :)

Alright guys, I'm doing a few from real life here

Weezie, fumbling over words: "I was confrontating Heather..."

Picket: "Confrontating?!?"

Weezie: "Do you HAVE to constantly correct my Grammer?"

Heather: why does no one like us when we talk politics at lunch?"

Emma: "I don't know, maybe they think we're annoying"

Heather: "helmet talks politics all the time and everyone loves him."

Emma: "hes OLD"

Heather: "If we were all old men, everything would be perfect"

Jo: pokes Picket's face*

Picket: "Detention! Touching me without permission!"

Jo: "MAY I poke you?"

Picket: "no"

Cole: "man guys, they stole my mayonnaise"

Cole: "Something smells..."

Jo: "bad?"

Cole: aggressively slams hand down on table "STOP! One of you smells like chocolate frosting! No one leaves!"

Jo: *dressed to look intimidating* I hear you like bad boys. Emma: Um...no. Jo: *ditching edgy accessories* Oh thank goodness.

Kylen: Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven Heather?

Heather: *internally* Ugh, I don't want this. *rolls eyes* Smalls: No, it didn't because I was there to catch her.

Heather: *internally* This is what I want! *blushes*

The Commandant: You've been avoiding me, Vitton.

Vitton: How do you do that without turning around?

The Commandant: To be honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you. Lemual: Has anyone ever told you they love you?

Hollie: Do my parents count?

Lemual: Yes.

Hollie. Then no.

Picket: Go big or go home!

Helmer: tears in his eyes* I am begging you, Ladybug. For once in your life, go home. Please. Just go home.

Picket: I'm going big.

Weezie: *hands Heyna a package* Open it, Heyna. Open it.

Heyna: What's up Weezie? *unwraps package* What the-? Why are you giving me a dress? Wait a minute-

Weezie: Heyna Blackstar, will you be my maid of honor?

Heyna: Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!

Harlan: Perkin has no survival skills, his need to win has replaced them.

Jupiter: That can't be true!

Gome: Watch this.

Stam: Hey Perk, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Perkin: *throws himself out the window*

Picket: I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on.

Helmer, about Cole: Apparently we're getting someone new in the group.

Picket: Are we stealing them?

Jo: New or used?

Helmer: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Picket: What's it like being tall?

Heather: Is it nice?

Smalls: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Evan: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Smalls:

Smalls: I only climbed the rafters one time-

Heather: You're smiling. What happened?

Smalls: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Picket: Kylen tripped and fell down the stairs today.

Smalls: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Picket: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Emma: I got distracted about halfway through.

Kylen: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Asher, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Smalls, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Evan, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Emma, trembling: What are we playing

Sorry Emma, you got stuck with the weird ones XD.

Emma: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Jo: Next time you're working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice.Burn your ex's house down. You can do it.I believe in you.

Heather:

Heather: There were so many mixed messages in that I can't-

Evan: Rules are made to be broken.

Asher: They were made to be followed.Nothing is made to be broken.

Emma: Uh, piñatas.

Jo: Glow sticks.

Picket: Karate boards.

Kylen: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Evan: Rules.

Asher:

Evan: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Emma: You're a hazard to society

Smalls: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Emma: Evan, I am questioning your sanity...

Smalls: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.

Evan: If Emma and I were drowning, who would you save?

Smalls: You two can't swim?

Emma: It's a hypothetical question, Smalls! who would you save?

Smalls: my time and effort.

Emma: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going on.

Evan: It's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Smalls isn't.

Wilfred driving Evan and Smalls: So how was your day?

Evan: We almost got surprise adopted!

Wilfred: What?

Smalls: We almost got kidnapped.

Wilfred: Oh, okay.

Wilfred slams on the brakes*: WAIT WHAT?!

Evan: Picket's first detention, I'm so proud.

Smalls: Whoa, back up. Why did he get detention?

Emma: Because he's an idiot.

Heather, exasperated: He did what and got into detention how??

Wilfred: Guys… the principal just called—

Picket: It was Emma!

Smalls: It was Evan!

Evan: It was me!

Evan: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Heather: I really care about your feelings!

Smalls: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Evan, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Jo: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF WORKING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Emma: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

Evan: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Emma: What?

Picket: What?

Smalls: What?

Heather, pulls up a 500 slide presentation: I'm glad you asked.

Heather: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Evan: Self- esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Smalls: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Emma: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Picket: My moral code, is that you?

Heather:

Heather: I was just gonna show you this fairy-tale book my father left me but do you guys need a hug?

Heather: If you got arrested what would be the charges?

Picket: Theft.

Emma: Disturbing the peace.

Kylen: Arson.

Smalls: All of tthe above. In that order, probably.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Heather: I can help you with it!

Emma: Yeah, sure.

Evan: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Kylen: lol nope.

Picket: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Smalls: Read 5: 55pm

Heather: We're kind of missing something guys.

Picket: Cohesion?

Kylen: Teamwork?

Emma: A general sense of what we're doing?

Evan And Smalls is not here.

Picket: Oh, and that, yeah.

Heather: Just be yourself.

Smalls: Really ? Heather, I have one day to win over your parents.

Smalls: How long did it take for you guys to like me?

Evan: Couple of weeks.

Picket: Six months.

Kylen: Jury's still out.

Smalls: See Heather? 'Just be yourself,' that's terrible advice.

Picket: Heather, do you know how long it takes until you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?

Heather: I think-

Helmer: Seventy-two hours.

Heather: ...How do you-

Helmer: There's a clown behind you.

Captain Frye is training with the Bracers

Frye: Come at me with an attack, I'll defend it.

Studge: You smell weird.

Frye: *Holding back tears* I meant physically.

Naylen: Okay, I've called you all to this meeting because some of us don't seem to get along.

Smalls: Me and Kylen are literally the only ones you called here.

Jo: *Does something cute*

Emma: *Whispers* I'm in love with you.

Jo: What was that?

Emma: I said I'M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO!

Heyna: Why are Jo and Emma sitting with their backs to each other?

Cole: They had a fight.

Heyna: Then why are they holding hands?

Cole: Jo gets sad when they fight.

Weezie: Can I ask for a favor?

Picket: I would literally die for you, but go on.

Weezie: We have got to talk about you starting your sentences that way.

Kylen: You only ever focus on my bad qualities, never the good ones.

Heyna: Which good qualities?

Kylen:

Heyna:

Kylen: How rich I am.

Heather: I've come up with a three step plan to get Emma to marry you.

Jo: I'm listening.

Heather: Step one, get her to play truth or dare.

Jo: Oh my goodness, stop.

Heather: Step two, wait until she picks dare. Jo: No.

Heather: Step three, dare her to marry you.

Jo: I--

Picket: *In the distance* It could work.

Heyna: I have achieved a new state of being which requires no food or water but is sustained only by pure, unrelenting rage.

Picket: Don't you think you're overreacting?

Helmer: *Digging his own grave* I think you're underreacting!

Jo: Bad news-Emma locked her keys in her quarters. Good news-we didn't have to wait around for a locksmith. Bad news-Emma finds it concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured it was the kind of skill that would impress cute does. Good news-I think it worked.

Cole: Is this your plan B?

Heyna: Technically, this is plan P.

Cole: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Heyna: Yes, but I marry Kylen in plan M.

Kylen: I like plan M.

Emma: My buckfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Heyna: Punch him in the stomach, then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Harmony: Kick him in the shins.

Morgan: Dump him.

Jo: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!

Gern: Even your friends don't want you around.

Morbin: Shelt's not my friend, I only tolerate Falcowit, no one likes Vardon, and Garten's basically a pet.

Heyward: *Has been lying on the ground for fifteen minutes* Emerson: What's wrong, Heyward?

Heyward: I'm a little overwhelmed.

Emerson: Why?

Heyward: Gloria smiled at me.

Wilfred: Go to bed. You're tired.

Smalls, age 4: No I'm not.

Wilfred: Go to bed. I'm tired.

Breelia Wilder: Why does everyone take an instant dislike to me?

Captain Devert: It saves time, ma'am.

Moonlight: Are you emotionally okay?

Whitbie: Thank you so much for asking! Um, no.

Jupiter: That's my doefriend, suckers!

Lady Glen: Your wife, Jupiter.

Jupiter: My wife! Even better!

Picket, to Heather: *Lying face down on the bed, regretting everything* And then I called him dad.

Helmer to Lord Rake: *On the verge of tears* And then he called me dad.

Picket: *injured* Weezie, you have...wonderful eyes.

Weezie: He's lost his mind!

Jo: Hey Pilgrim! Do you have an autographed copy of The Journal of Massie Burnson?

Pilgrim: Is that an age joke, Mister Shanks, or do you actually need one?

Jo: I really don't like that you have to ask.

Kylen: So, um, I'm in love with Heyna.

Cole: Heyna? My twin sister Heyna? The one who yells at us?

Kylen: Yeah. Thoughts?

Cole: And prayers.

Studge: *Sneaking into the mess hall at night* Owen: Who's there?

Studge: *Panicking* Owen. Owen: Oh, okay. *Leaves* Wait, I'm Owen.

Young Hewson: We should have left you on that farm where we found you.

Young Helmer: Butcha didn't!

Picket: Careful, if you keep being so sweet people are going to start thinking that you're in love with me.

Weezie: What could I have ever possibly done to make you think I'm not?

Kylen: It was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time...sort of like you, Heyna!

Heyna: smiles dreamily at him

Emma: You're lucky you're not a Joveson.

Jo: Not yet.

Emma: Did you just propose?

Smalls: *picking petals off of a flower* She loves me...she loves me not...

Heather: *takes the flower* She does love you.

Heather: Hey Smalls, have you ever had a girlfriend?

Smalls: No.

Heather: *surprised* What?! But how!?

Smalls: I don't know...never asked, never got asked.

Heather: *under her breath* But you're so perfect.

Smalls: What?

Heather: NOTHING!!

Helmer: Morning.

Picket: Why don't you ever say "good" morning?

Helmer: if it was a good morning I'd still be in bed.

Cole: Jo, you and Emma had a beautiful wedding.

Jo: I know, right? It was so emotional...*looks at Naylen* Naylen: ...Jo, do not-

Jo: ...that even the cake was in TIERS!

Naylen: Hold me back, Cole!

Picket: Heather, Heather, I need help!

Heather: I'm kind of busy...

Picket: Weezie tried to kiss me!

Heather: *drops everything with a clang* What happened?! What did you do?! Was it beautiful?!

Picket: I kind of...ran away.

Heather: *facepalms*

Wolf: Is this the best the Cause has?

Jo: Actually, you are greatly mistaken. I'm the weakest, the skinniest, and the one who gets on everybody's nerves. If there's anything for you to be afraid of, it's the fact that my friends will end you with their bare hands if you hurt me, which you did.

*A large thud rumbles through the ground* Jo: You should start running.

Kylen: Heyna, have you seen my-

Heyna: *hands him his crown* Kylen: Also, this morning I didn't get a chance to-

Heyna: *hands him his breakfast* Kylen: ...marry me?

Heyna: I took care of that too. We've been married for two years now.

I got this one from avatar last air bender

*kid kicks ball into Picket's cabbage stand*

Picket: MY CABBAGES!!!

Picket: Let's play 20 questions!

Helmer: Ok I'll go first......ok I got one.

Picket: Is it red?

Helmer: Sometimes

Picket: Is it big?

Hemler: Nope.

Picket*confused*: Give me some hints?

Helmer: Sure! It's puny,dependent and rash.

Picket*even more confused*: I give up. What is it?

Helmer*smirks*: Ladybug.

Morgan: Three, why am I only three on the ranking of best-looking citadel lords?

Victor: *sipping a drink* Calm down, my young friend, it is just a list.

Morgan: Easy for NUMBER TWO to say!

Ronan: For once, I agree with young Booker. This list is horribly inaccurate. Number FIVE-this is absurdity!

Hewson: I wasn't even ON the list. This is suspicious. They didn't even give me honorable mention!

Rake: Number four isn't bad for a dead guy, you know.

Felson: Well, I think the list is VERY accurate.

Everyone else: SHUT UP NUMBER ONE.

Heyna: Uh oh, someone just put us in a position of responsibility.

Cole: The day has suddenly turned sinister.

Picket: Started talking to yourself, Master?

Helmer: Yes, it's the only way I can be sure of an intelligent conversation around here.

Emma: I am a fashion icon, like my father before me.

Jo: It's a package from the Bracers.

Frye: What is it?

Jo: It's heavy. Must be their disappointment in me.

In a timeline where either Lallo was Picket’s apprentice longer and/or the war did not end with an all or nothing fight at First Warren

Picket: Lallo, this is a big day for you. Today you get a new master, because when we get back, Helmer is going to kill me.

Lallo: I call this one “The Grouchy Picket.”

Picket: Lallo, stop naming fighting moves after me!

And now back to our usual timeline shenanigans.

Smalls: I’m sorry I almost got us killed.

Wilfred: I’m used to it.

Cole: You’re ready?

Jo: Not at all. But that’s never stopped us before.

Emma: Look, I hate to be the wet blanket here, but since Helmer’s busy I guess it’s up to me.

Helmer: I am dad inside.

I meant dead.

….No I didn’t.

Cole: *readying his sword* We’ve got a problem, better draw your knives.

Emma: What?

Heyna: *draws her knife* Emma: What?

Cole: *confused* Emma, did you forget your knife?

Emma: I don’t bring a knife to a PEACEFUL negotiation!

Heyna: *draws second knife* Don’t worry, you can borrow mine.

Emma: *Now holding a knife* WHAT??

Different Natalian commanders giving orders.

Lord Victor: Soldiers, execute a pincer movement so as to hit the enemy from the rear.

Helmer: Flank 'em and spank 'em, bucks!

Edited some dialogue from The Lost Legends of Redwall: The Scout.

Cole: You know, I think Jo may think of you as more than a friend.

Emma: You...you think so? No, that's silly--he couldn't...we're just friends.

Heyna: Tell him how you feel, Emma! It's worth a shot.

Emma: Ugh, really it's absurd... Like Jo? Hogwash. Maybe I'll tell him someday...

Cole: Oh, come on. You two make each other's hearts titter-tatter, don't you? You're both quite the comedians, always looking to the other first after cracking a joke... Seeing if they're laughing.

Emma: That's ridiculous! Absurd! Truly, I oughta... Did you say he looks to see if I'm laughing, too?

Helmer: *holding up his hand* I am this close to adopting you.

Picket: But your fingers are touching...

Helmer: *holds up adoption papers* I know.

Kylen: Ask me.

Heyna: Kylen, this is silly.

Kylen: Ask me.

Heyna: *Sighs* Will you be my date?

Kylen: No.

Heyna: You little--

Kylen: I will be your husband.

Naylen: *from across the room* DUDE.

Jo: I got arrested for being too cool.

Cole: Looks like the charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence.

Picket: OOOOOHHHH! *cough* I mean, uh, are you okay? Do you need anything? Perhaps some ice for that burn?

If Keather had somehow happened:

Emma: So, are you two dating now?

Heather & Kyle: Yes.

Emma: Why?

Kyle: I happen to find Heather very appealing.

Emma: Yes, I can understand that. I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with Heather.

Heather: Emma, I’m sad.

Emma, holding out arms for hug: It’s going to be okay.

Picket: Helmer, I’m sad.

Helmer, nodding: mood.

Heather: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Kyle: As sure as I am honest!

Emma: Then we’re definitely lost.

how do i make my own page to start a theory?

Garten: Just for a second, let’s pretend I’m an idiot.

Wilfred: I’m already there.

S.D. Smith: You two are back early.

Heather: *Grabs maul* Tomb’s haunted.

S.D. Smith: What?

Smalls: *Picks up starsword* Tomb’s haunted.

Picket: We have a problem.

Helmer: And let me guess, you caused it?

Jo: For once, no.

Helmer: Get me some skates because hell just froze over.

Cole: I can jump higher than any tree.

Heyna: How is that possible?

Cole: Because trees can’t jump.

Heyna: …can I punch him now?

Adapted from a DuckTales 2017 fan thing.

*Emma meets future Emma*

Emma: Hey, that's a pretty ring!

Future Emma: Thanks!

Emma: Why are you wearing it, though?

Future Emma: Becau-Um.

Emma: Was it a present?

Future Emma: Yes.

Emma: Who from?

Future Emma: A very, very close friend.

Emma: Okay, cool...Wait.

Adapted from an actual DuckTales 2017 line.

Gloria Folds: Statistically speaking in the absence of Heyward one of us is likely to fill the void and scream out in panic. But who? WHO?

Adapted from a fan comic.

Weezie Longtreader: Picket, I forgot something in the oven, can you get it for me?

Picket Longtreader: Sure thing, Weezie. *Goes to oven* Um...there's just a bun in the oven. *Pauses, then turns to a now widely grinning Weezie* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rake: This is just a reminder that all psychiatric and therapy services are completely covered by our health insurance plan.

Helmer: Why do you always look at me when you say that?

Jo: Why are you standing on the table?

Emma: These are my quarters, I can stand where I want!

Jo: *sighs* Where's the spider?

Emma: By the door, can you please get rid of it?

Heather: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Picket: Mine just says "Picket, no."

Heather: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Naylen: I know we have an unspoken rivalry.

Kylen: It's not a rivalry, you're just always mean to me. And it's not unspoken, you talk about it all the time.

Helmer: *Going over safety procedures* And if I'm shot, what do you do?

Picket: *Already drawing his sword* Avenge you.

Helmer: No.

Hewson: I wasn’t that out of it after my surgery.

Helmer: You were flirting with Lynn.

Hewson: So? She’s my wife.

Helmer: You asked her if she was single and started crying when she said no.

Picket: Does anyone have a piccolo? Cole?

Cole: Someday, someone’s going to ask for some obscure musical instrument, and I’m not going to have it.

Emma: Are you all right? You seem tired. Did you get any sleep last night?

Jo: It's fine, I got 8 minutes sleep last night. Not consecutively, but it's fine. You're not even that blurry.

Whitbie: How's the best sibling in the world doing?

Emma: I don't know, how are you doing.

Whitbie: *voice breaks* I-I'm fine.

Heyna: How did this happen?

Cole: *Stuck in a trash can* How does anything happen? Move past it.

Falcowit: That was easy.

Gern: Then why did it take you 10 minutes to figure it out?

Shelt: And then another 15 to actually do it.

Vardon: Not to mention that you had to re-do it four times.

Morbin: *From the next room over* Oh, did he finally figure it out?

Emma: Crushes are the worst.

Jo: Yeah, whenever I'm near someone I have a crush on, I start acting stupid.

Emma: You're always acting stupid, Jo.

Jo: Yeah...Don't think about that too hard.

Weezie: I bet I could fit the whole world in my hands.

Picket: Weezie, that's not physically possible.

Weezie: *cups Picket's face* Are you sure?

Picket: *blushes* Stop it, I have a reputation.

Jo: Em, do you think that caterpillars know they'll become butterflies?

Emma: Or maybe they are just going about their lives wondering why they're making this sticky blanket around themselves?

Heyna: It's 3am you two. Go. To. Sleep!

........

Cole: *Sitting up* But do they know?!

Jo and Emma: Exactly!

Winslow: Earlier this month I lost my brother Smalden.

Smalls: STOP TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD!

Winslow: Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

Wilfred: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Garten: Hey Whittle, how tall are you?

Picket: Why are you on the floor?

Helmer: I'm depressed. Also I was stabbed; can you get Heather please?

Lander: This is Natalia. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery...We have farming, sailing, and a charming view of the sunsets; the only problems are the pests. Most places have mice or bugs, but we have...dragons.

And now a little something from a certain animated series. Awesomely enough, I was able to give Cole a line spoken by another character named Cole.

Jo: Emma! I have to ask you something important!

Emma: Now?

Jo: Yes, now! *Takes a deep breath* Emma, you make me so happy every day! When we're not together I miss you so much it feels like a part of me is missing. Will you be my wife?

Emma: *Gasps*

Cole: NOW you're asking?

Picket: We SERIOUSLY need to talk about your sense of timing Jo!

A quote that is always good in Middle-Earth, but always bad in Natalia:

The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!

Modified a few incorrect The Hobbit movie/The Silmarillion quotes from Pinterest.

Picket: *internally* Wait, is she into me? Quick, make a bad joke and see if she laughs.

Picket: *out loud* Did you hear about the skeleton who couldn't go to the party? He had no body to dance with.

Weezie: *laughing* That's really funny!

Picket: *internally* Well, that's not a fair test. That joke is hilarious.

Heather: Just be yourself.

Smalls: Be myself? Heather, I have one day to win over your parents. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Picket: Couple of weeks.

Wilfred: Six months.

Kylen: Jury's still out.

Smalls: See Heather? "Be myself." What kind of garbage advice is that?

Jupiter and Bleston are lying on the ground after a fight.

Bleston: I see a wife.

Jupiter: Who's?

Bleston: Does it matter?

Jupiter: Yes. If it's yours, we'll live...if it's mine, we'll die.

Smalls: I could strangle you.

Winslow: You're not tall enough.

Smalls: You've sunk low enough for me to reach.