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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Wong: Stephen, repeat after me:
Wong:
Stephen:
Wong:
Stephen: But you are not saying anything!
Wong: Exactly.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Mordo: You better have a good reason for having done all of this.
Kaecilius: Oh, I have several.
Kaecilius: Pettiness.
Kaecilius: And also anger.
Mordo: That’s it?
Kaecilius: Oh! And I have a desperate need for love and attention. But now that you’re here, that’s taken care of, right?
Mordo: [holding Stephen’s hand] Yeah, about that…
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Wong: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?
America: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.
Rintrah: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.
America: Good thinking.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Karl: Kaecilius just asked me out.
The Ancient One: Free dinner.
Wong: He doesn't like him.
The Ancient One: He likes free dinner.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Wong: What’s with the napkin on the glass door?
Mordo: Stephen keeps walking into the glass door, so I thought this would help.
Stephen: Oh, cool! A floating nap— *walks into the glass door*
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Wong: You need to see a doctor immediately.
Stephen: Oh, I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound?
Stephen: Mind your own business.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Hamir: How's teaching going?
The Ancient One: I can't tell any of my students apart half the time because I don't go by height, age, or appearance.
The Ancient One: I go by who's a pain in the arse.
The Ancient One: Which makes them all identical.
Stephen: Hey! Fuck You!
The Ancient One: Except for Stephen.
Stephen: Thank you.
The Ancient One: He's the bloody worst of them all.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Wong : We need a plan.
Stephen : I have one. I still have a fist. Dormammu still has a noses.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Stephen: I’m going to ask you to be respectful.
Wong: I will politely decline.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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[Mordo and Wong scolding Stephen]
Mordo: We are not mad, just disappointed.
Wong: No, we are mad.
Mordo: Yes, we are mad. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide because you are a good man.
Wong: No, we are not. And no, you are not.
Stephen: Now I’m just confused.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Mordo: I am uncomfortable when flirting.
Mordo: I never know when it’s the right time to show my man that I can fit an entire fist in my mouth.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Wong: I once thought I was being haunted by a ghost dog. It would come into my room at night and it just wouldn’t stop barking at me.
Wong: But it turned out that Stephen just got a dog and didn’t tell me.
(bonus)
(Stephen: in reality, it is a real ghost dog)
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Wong: How have you been coping with everything?
Stephen: With sarcasm mostly.
Wong: Has that been working?
Stephen, sarcastically: Yeah, it's been super great!
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗴: "dumbass" except we're friends
𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗼: "oblivious idiot" except we're in love
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲: "you make my life a living hell" except i actually care about you
𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗻: wow i feel so loved in this house
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Kaecilius: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up the room.
Mordo: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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Stephen, about Wong: You don’t want to mess with my best friend.
Stephen: He’ll wear down your self-esteem over a period of years.
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incorrectkamartaj · 2 years
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The Ancient One, whispering at Stephen: Tell him, “You have beautiful eyes.”
Stephen: That’s good. Okay.
Stephen: [turns to Mordo] I have beautiful eyes.
Mordo: Yes, they’re lovely.
The Ancient One, whispering: Not your eyes! His eyes!
Stephen: Oooohhhh… [turns to Mordo] Your eyes. Your eyes are beautiful, not mine. Mine are okay, but yours, I bet you can see right through them.
The Ancient One: [throws her hands in the air] Good enough, I guess.
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