Quoties VI

April: Here’s your arsewipe, mum. It was 5.99$.

Carmen: Heero, look out!!! No! JESUS!
April: ...

April: Paul Lavoie’s horse buggie!

April: Rubber man suit beatings!

Carmen: You suck!
Annie: Yes.
Carmen: C_C ... that wasn’t a question...

Annie: Niah... mooya... mervin!
Carmen: O_o

Annie: (about Jacquie) Yellow submarine... O_o

Carmen: I don’t need sugar to act retarded. It comes naturally. Like the morning dew.

April: He’s always freakin’ stuck to my butt!

Carmen: They’re muscly boobs...

Mel: I don’t like t-shirts looking at me...

Mel: The end is checkered Serge ou quetchose...

Mel: Where’s my t-shirt going??? It’s running away!!!

Mel: Perfoom!

Mel: Quosse tu marques asteure?!

Mel & Carmen: Do not poop at the camels.

April: Foot wrappage!

Carmen: Ousse tu vois une étoile?!
Mel: Che pas!

Mel: OooOOo!

Mel & Carmen: The end farted the truth.

Mel: Pooping Tomfoolexy?!

April: HOLY SMASHING!!!

Carmen: Eew, it’s Kenny G.!
April: You’re talking about my mother’s favorite musician... next to Michael Bolton, of course.

Carmen: Il était perdu.
Mel: Fuck you.
Carmen: Pissonya.
Mel: Shit on you.
Carmen: Mule’s jiggly arse on you.
Mel: Frenette on you.
Carmen: Alright! I SURRENDER!

April: Ride the rainbow... Eeew!

Alissa: Raindrops are really small. They don’t need huge nostrils to drown someone. They are sneaky!

Carmen: Noooooo! Come back here with my air!

Sylvie: Damn boubous...

Carmen: Big flashy mule arses!

Mel: I see condom people. They have wings.

Carmen: Are you wanna kiss the mule of an arse?

(on the phone)
Mel: I'm hanging up now.
Carmen: I'm beating your ass with a rake now.
Mel: I don't feel anything.

April: HOLY SMILING MOTHER!!!

Mel: Eew! He's got butt boobs!

Mel: Ya pick 'im up by the ass!

Mel: Springs are popping...

April: (looking at pic of semi-naked arse. Points at semi-naked arse.) What is THAT?

(sitting at McDonny's)
Noise: *cloink!*
Carmen: O_o
Sylvie: O_o His dick fell off...

Carmen & Mel: The books don't shit.

Carmen: Heh heh heh... mwahaha...
Mel: (paranoid) What?!?

Mel: Cartable spitter!

Carmen: Cartabel...

Mel: Tu sais le bout entsours...

Mel: HIDE IT!!!

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