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.

Ramnor: You know, Perkinson, I like you much better with my glasses off.

Perk: You put your glasses back on and face the facts!

Black Band Rabbit: *draws a knife on Helmer* Helmer: *doubles over as though having a heart attack* Helmer: Augh, somebody call a medic!

BBR: *draws nearer in concern* Helmer: *draws sword too fast for BBR to react*

Helmer: But not for me.

Emma: This is a crown. It is the WORST job ever. I HATE it.

Kylen: Can I have it?

Emma: NO! IT’S MINE!

Got that last one from Bluey.

Got some repurposed dialogue from Kung Fu Panda and Gravity Falls.l for the first couple.

Walter: You were not meant to be the king. That was not my fault!

Bleston: Not your fault?! Who filled my head with dreams? Who drove me to train until my bones cracked? Who denied me my DESTINY?

Heather: Picket, you don’t think we’ll end up like Father and Uncle Garten, do you?

Picket: What do you mean?

Heather: I mean they used to be best friends, but then Garten got all stupid. Can you promise me you won’t get stupid?

Picket: *affectionately* Not stupider than you, dum-dum.

Lokson: Oh no. You did not just call me shallow, did you?

Heyna: If you mean, do I think I could stand in a puddle full of you and not get wet, then yes.

Kyle: There is no good reason why you and I shouldn't be able to sit here together and have a conversation.

Emma: I got a good reason.

Kyle: Which is?

Emma: I don't like you!

Helmer: Quit your job.

Perkinson: Why?

Helmer: Join my emo band.

Owen: Nate isn’t alone, he has us!

Studge: Yeah! Even if he wants to be alone, we won’t let him!

Smalls: You young Oryctolagus cuniculus with xy chromosomes.

Picket: What?

Wilfred: He’s saying “lad”, but in scientific terms.

Heyna: Kylen was annoying me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for our special day tomorrow.

Cole: There’s nothing special about tomorrow.

Heyna: Ah, but there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

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.

Smalls: Could you at least try to see this from my perspective?

Winslow, Whit, and Emma: *Drop onto their knees* Smalls: I hate all of you.

Harmon: On a scale of one to finding-out-yolo-is-in-the-dictionary how mad do you think Heyward will be?

Emerson: What?

Heyward: YOLO IS NOT A WORD IT IS AN ACRONYM-

Weezie: You might be the most annoying rabbit I know.

Picket: ‘Might be’? What do you mean ‘might be’? Is there someone else?!?

Helmer: wears dark gray

Frye: I see you’re breaking out the spring colors.

Amber: Wow, you're so brave! You didn't even hesitate to throw yourself in danger!

Jo: That's because I have no regard for my own personal safety. You can ask Cole.

Cole: I have never been more stressed in my entire life.

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.

@emma_rabbit (Emma): Short kings stay inside it’s a little windy today @shuffler

@shuffler (Picket): I’m not that short.

@emma_rabbit: Yes you are.

@private_misgivings (Helmer): Yes you are.

@firstfowler (Jo): Yes you are.

@black_as_cole (Cole): Yes you are.

@shuffler: Okay, this is just bullying now.

Naylen: I’m probably gonna die.

Kylen: Well, you’ve lived a good life.

Naylen: I’m eighteen!

Kylen: I said good, not long.

Heather: Why do you have so many siblings?

Smalls: What-

Heather: It’s not even a family tree anymore, it’s a family forest.

Jo: What did you guys get voted at the end of basic training?

Nate: ‘Cute smile but can kill Preylords.’

Owen: ‘Nicest personality.’

Studge: ‘Most likely to start a bar fight.’

Junder: ‘The second most likely to start a bar fight, but the most likely to win one.’

Studge, recalling their fight: I hate you.

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.

Heather: *lights a candle in the kitchen* Picket: *sitting at the table eating bread* Heather: It’s four in the morning.

Picket: Put that candle out.

Naylen: Are you alright?

Kylen: Short answer or long?

Naylen: Short?

Kylen: No.

Naylen: Long?

Kylen: Nooooooo.

Cole: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me.

Heyna: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

Rake: How are you today, Helmer?

Helmer: I’m always angry and I fear death.

Rake: “Fine” is a commonly accepted answer.

Emma: I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.

Jo, a career soldier: I wake up at dawn.

Emma: …I want to see you at some point in the day for the rest of my life.

Smalls: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Heather: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated, and got a healthy amount of sleep.

Smalls: I said within reason, Heather.

Picket: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Weezie: Peonies, why?

Picket:

Weezie: Were you going to get me flowers?

Picket:

Picket:

Picket: *mutters* It’s a possibility.

Heyna: I want to kiss you.

Kylen, not paying attention: What?

Heyna: I said if you die, I won’t miss you.

Emma: I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Jo: Wow. He sounds stupid.

Emma: But he’s not. He’s really smart actually. Just dense.

Jo: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey, I love you!”

Emma: I guess you’re right. Hey Jo, I love you!

Jo: See! Just say that!

Emma:

Jo: If that flies over his head, sorry Emma, but he’s too dumb for you.

Emma: Jo.

Cole: I think I’m falling for you.

Harmony: Then get up.

Victor: You have an impressive pain tolerance.

Helmer: Thanks, it’s the trauma.

Whitbie: I’m going to ask you to be respectful.

Moonlight: I will politely decline.

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.

Jo: Are you ever going to listen to me?

Emma: Absolutely.

Jo: When?

Emma: When you’re right. Which hasn’t happened yet.

Weezie: You’re so annoying.

Picket: Stop holding my hand then.

Weezie: No.

Kylen: I am not going to fight you!

Heyna: Why, because I’m a doe?

Kylen: No, because you’re scary.

Heyna: Oh, okay.

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!

Cole: Where are you going?

Heyna: To get MYSELF a gift because SOMEONE didn’t get me one!

Kylen: I told you, I did! It will be ready on Friday!

Cole, fully aware that Kylen got Heyna an engagement ring: *eats popcorn*

Winslow: I know I pretend to hate you, and you pretend to hate me.

Smalls: I do hate you.

Winslow: Why???

Smalls: Because you’re a despicable rabbit who’s resented me since the day I was born!

Winslow: Before.

Ronan: So, what are all your skills?

Jo: I’m a master archer.

Emma: I’m a fully trained doctor.

Cole: I’m an expert swordsbuck.

Heyna: I make good life decisions.

Ronan: That’s not really-

Jo: No, trust us. She’s our most important member.

Emma/Weezie: I love you.

Jo/Picket: I thought I annoyed you?

Emma/Weezie: You do annoy me. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but I want to spend every irritating minute with you.

Jo/Picket: …I love you too!

Couldn’t choose between which couple I wanted to do on that last one, so I did both.