Incorrect Across the Spiderverse Quotes
Hobie, texting: Miles, will you please go to sleep?
Miles, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?
Hobie, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!
Hobie, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?
Miles, texting: I’m trying
Hobie, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH
Hobie, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)
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Miles, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
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Gwen: I feel so burnt out.
Ember: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.
Gwen: Are you gonna... assassinate me?
Ember: Well not if you’re expecting it.
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Gwen: If I run and leap at Hobie, they will most certainly catch me in their arms.
Gwen, running towards Hobie: Coming in!
Hobie: No! I’m holding coffee!
Hobie: *Drops coffee and catches Gwen*
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Lyla: DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT JOKE WAS FUNNY? IT WASNT. NOBODY IS LAUGHING.
Lyla: *pulls up a graph* THIS IS WHEN YOU TOLD YOUR JOKE, YOU HAVE SONGLE HANDEDLY RUINED COMEDY! IVE ALSO ASKED MANY COMEDY SCHOLARS ON THEIR OPINION OF YOUR JOKE AND THIS IS WHAT THEY HAD TO SAY!
Miguel: I've been researching comedy for the past 20 years, and I have genuinely never seen a joke this bad. We have used quantum physics to look into alternate universes to see every joke made, and yours was still by far the worst.
Lyla: CONGRATULATIONS! YOUVE SINGLE HANDEDLY CREATED THE WORST JOKE IN HUMAN HISTORY! HERES A MEDAL! *pulls up a horrible ms paint drawn star that says "you need help*
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Pavitr: I wish I had more enemies.
Hobie: I’m sure you will someday, honey.
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Gwen: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS!
Hobie: And here we have a capitalist.
Miles: Did you just-
Pavitr: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history, human language, and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible.
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Pavitr: What does “take out” mean?
Gwen: Food.
Miles: Dating.
Ember: Murder.
Hobie: It can be all three if you’re brave enough
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Miles: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?
Hobie: Several traffic violations.
Gwen: Three counts of resisting arrest.
Ember: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.
Pavitr: Also, that’s not our car.
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Ember: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.
Hobie, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?
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Miguel: Peter! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.
Peter B.: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.
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Jessica: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.
Miguel: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!
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Jessica: I'll offer you some friendly advice-
Miguel: I don't want your advice.
Jessica: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.
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Miguel, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?
Jessica: Tea.
Miguel: Wrong. It's coffee.
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Miles: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world.
Hobie: Unless you're home alone.
Miles: Why are you like this?
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Hobie: *mixing different alcoholic beverages together*
Gwen: What are you making?
Hobie: A mistake.
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Miles: *makes Pavitr a cup of tea but puts salt in it*
Pavitr: *sips tea*
Miles:
Pavitr: *finishes tea*
Miles: Didn't it taste bad?
Pavitr: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.
Miles, tearing up: Oh, okay.
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Pavitr: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!
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Hobie: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?
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Miles (42): Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?
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Miles (42): How the hell are you still alive?
Ember: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.
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Gwen: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked?
Pavitr: It’s just you.
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Gwen, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?
Miles (42): It means like in hand-to-hand combat.
Gwen: Ohhhh-
Miles: Both of you get out of this kitchen.
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