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Vincent the alchemist: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Vincent the alchemist: One... two... three.

Little John: ...

Vincent the alchemist: ...

Vincent the alchemist: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

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Maid Marian: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Robin Hood: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Maid Marian: That one. I want that one.

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*Tuck is speaking on the phone*

Tuck: Yeah, I'm with Robin Hood.

Robin Hood: Im fucking dying-

Tuck: Yep, they're okay.

Robin Hood: I have a knife in my chest!

Tuck: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry.

Robin Hood: IM BLEEDING OUT-

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Maid Marian: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Vincent the alchemist: Ok, Maid Marian, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?

Maid Marian: 1917.

Vincent the alchemist: ...You're ready.

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Scarlett: If I may interject...

Tuck: Oh, awesome, Scarlett was eavesdropping.

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*Scarlett teaching Vincent the alchemist to drive and taking Little John along for the ride*

Scarlett: That's a pothole. To the left!

Vincent the alchemist: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*

Little John, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.

Vincent the alchemist: I don't think that's how the song goes.

Scarlett, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.

Vincent the alchemist: Country Roads.

Little John: To the place.

Vincent the alchemist and Little John in unison: I Belong!

Scarlett, crying harder: What the fuck?

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Tuck: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Maid Marian: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Scarlett: A realist sees a freight train.

Little John: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

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Scarlett: Why are your tongues purple?

Maid Marian: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

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