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Rick: If you're on the sun then sun-dried tomatoes are just tomatoes.

Wheatley: Wouldn't they be dried tomatoes? They're still not normal tomatoes.

*later*

Rick: I asked Craig and he says there are no tomatoes on the sun. So it looks like we're both wrong. But more importantly, you're wrong.

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Virgil: Get your shit together and act like an adult.

Wheatley: I think you have the wrong number, but you’re right

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Wheatley: If you don't mind, would you leave? Just – just go somewhere that is not here? So that, uh, I don't have to stab you with this knife that I keep stabbing people with, even though I'm pretty much a pacifist, but not lately.

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Wheatley: Sure. Blame the guy who’s a huge idiot who causes a lot of problems, again

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GLaDOS: That’s your opinion, but can you give me an objective reason why the slaughter of thousands is wrong?

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Wheatley: I heard Rick say he was going to Dairy Queen so I snuck into his car and he has no idea I’m in here.

Wheatley: He asked Craig what he wanted, and I popped up from the floor and said, ‘I was thinking about a milkshake’.

Wheatley: I have never heard two men scream louder.

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GLaDOS: I spy with my little eye someone who needs to shut the hell up

Wheatley: Is it me?

GLaDOS: It’s always you

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GLaDOS: You have no style or sense of fashion.

Chell: [I think that depends on-]

GLaDOS: No, no. That wasn't a question.

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Rick: Hey guys, I've been staring at this paper for a while, and I'm confused.

Wheatley: What does it say?

Rick: Not a clue. Hey Craig, can you read this?

Craig: What are you, illiterate? It says "onl-" I mean nope. No I can't. Totally cannot. At all.

Space: I can only read about half of it before it cuts off.

Wheatley: Guys, it literally says "only gay people can read this." Are you guys stu- oh.

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GLaDOS: What's the most inspiring thing I've ever said to you?

Wheatley: “Don’t be a moron” changed my life.

GLaDOS:

Wheatley: Whenever I go to do something, I think "Would a moron do that?" And then I don't do it.

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Wheatley: Why is she so mad at you?

Chell: [See, ladies have these things in their bodies called "expectations"]

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Rainbow: Stop crying you foolish little man just tell me what's wrong.

Virgil: I,, ,,,, hnnn,,, hhwhghhhh

Rainbow: *Grabs his waist* TELL ME! *Tearing up, pleadingly* PLEASE! WHAT AM I DOING WRONG

Virgil: *Shakily hands him this faded photograph* yyyy’’’mnnf hhfhg,g,,

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Virgil: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Rick: Yeah, break their bones, they have, uh

Craig, from a distance: 206.

Rick: 206 of those.

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Rick: Tell me something I don’t know.

Craig: Without mucus, your stomach would digest itself.

Rick: Tell me something else; something less... disturbing.

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Rick: It's ok, Pretty Lady. At least we'll die together.

Rick: Space, you go die over there.

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Wheatley: You ever hear the words coming out of your mouth and think

Wheatley: "What the hell is that guy talking about?"