tally hall incorrect quotes

one more time (for now)

will be taking a break from social media indefinitely so i won't have access to this until i redownload the app. i've got enough for one more so here we go!!

zubin: the stars are really beautiful tonight.
joe: yeah, they are.
zubin: you know what else is beautiful?
joe: *sigh* you?
zubin: yeah, me.

andrew: i have an idea.
joe: your last idea was murder.
rob: LET THE MAN SPEAK.

rob: andrew, would you rather stab ross or-
andrew: stab ross.
rob: but i haven't even told you the second option yet-
andrew: doesn't matter. i would still stab ross.
ross: hey, does anyone else feel unsafe in this household??

rob: we need to distract these guys.
bora: leave it to me.
bora: centaurs have six limbs & are therefore insects. discuss.
joe, zubin & ross: *immediately begin arguing*
rob, watching in horror: oh, this. i don't like this. i don't like this at all

andrew: what state do you live in?
rob: constant anxiety.
joe: denial.
zubin: perfection.
ross: michigan.
bora: france.
andrew: france isn't a state.
bora: it's a state of mind.

rob: you wanna get a bite to eat?
zubin: sure. joe too?
rob: haven't seen him in a while. i don't think he's awake right now.
joe, crouched on top of the fridge: you would be incorrect in that conjecture, robert.
rob: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

joe: i keep forgetting that i'm friends with andrew & every time i remember i'm both happy & disappointed.
andrew: sometimes i remember that i'm andrew & i feel that too.

rob: here's the thing, though. is it still murder if i give them a heads-up?
joe: i think that's called a threat.

rob: i accidentally broke joe's lamp. how long do you think it'll take for him to kill me?
ross: 10
rob: 10 what?
ross: 9

ross: why is there a normal-sized carrot in the bag of baby carrots?
joe: they needed adult supervision.

joe, in the middle of writing something: ah no, what's it called?
ross: what's what called?
joe: y'know, that... spritz spritz thing! the one with the nozzle?
ross: i honestly have no idea what you're talking about.
joe: whatever, it'll come to me eventually.
*two hours later*
joe: ...SPRAY BOTTLE
ross: AHHHH-

rob: shotgun!!!!
zubin: oh come on, you were shotgun on the way he-
rob: no, i found a shotgun!!
rob: *cocks gun* i also want front seat!

ross, struggling to reach the top of the shelf: zubin, did you put this up here on purpose?
zubin: maaaybe... what? you got a height prob-
ross: i hate you with every inch of my being.
zubin: that's not a lot of inches *runs away*
ross: *runs after him, screaming*

rob: promise me you won't start any fights this time.
joe: fine. i promise i won't start any fights.
rob: thank you.
joe: ...i will finish them, though.

ross: the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the ce
rob: why is he standing on the table??
andrew: he likes to feel tall.

ross: i'm so ready to be able to legally drink.
ross: only eating all these years has left me very thirsty.
ross: i have heard very good things about water.

:wave: