tally hall incorrect quotes

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thank you guys!! i admit i am not AS much of a tally hall fan anymore but i still think they are very very cool so here we go

zubin: on the count of three, what's your favorite cake? one, two, three-
zubin & andrew, in unison: chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting & chocolate chunks!
ross: our turn, joe! one, two, three, vanilla!
joe, deadpan: i've never had cake, what is cake.

rob, holding out a deck of cards: pick a card, any card.
joe: *reaches into rob's pocket & grabs his credit card*
rob: hey! that's my credit card!!
joe: abracadabra

zubin: i never know what to say at funerals.
ross: just say sorry for your loss, then move on.
zubin, at a funeral: sorry for your loss. move on.

kidnapper: i have your friends.
joe: oh no! can i speak to them?
kidnapper: sure. *hands phone to rob & ross*
joe: goodbye you little shits *hangs up*

ross: how petty can you get?
rob: i once edited a wikipedia article to win an argument i was wrong about.

bora: chocolate is just sugar flavored cheese.

ross: *gets down on one knee*
andrew: oh my god. it's finally happening.
*ross falls over*
andrew: the poison is kicking in.

rob: y'all KNOW how many sodas you owe me from jinxes. mfs don't respect the rules

zubin: i found an old note in my house that just said "note to self: get revenge on andrew".
zubin: except i couldn't remember what i was supposed to get revenge for.
zubin: but i trusted my gut, so i went with it.
andrew: hm. i dunno what you were supposed to get revenge on me for either.
zubin: i can only assume you got what was coming to you. not 100 percent sure though.
andrew: well, whatever i did, i guess i deserved it.
zubin: let that possibly be a lesson for you.

rob: get in loser, we're going shopping
zubin: this is a mcdonald's drive thru

ross: where's joe?
bora: doing stuff.
ross: i don't like the sound of that. where's rob?
bora: trying to stop joe from doing the stuff.
ross: & zubin?
bora: trying to stop rob from stopping joe from doing the stuff.
ross: i see. & what are you doing here, bora?
bora: i'm supposed to stop you from stopping zubin from stopping rob from stopping joe from doing the stuff.

rob: *takes a sip of milk & gags* oh my god, is this expired?
rob:
rob: *takes another sip of milk*

joe: christmas lights?
ross: check.
rob: thermos of hot cocoa?
ross: check.
andrew: santa suits?
ross: check.
zubin: shovel?
ross: check.
bora: alibi & bail money?
ross: check - wait, what?

rob: are you this rude to everyone?
zubin: yep. don't think you're special.

bora: i made lightly fried fish filets for dinner!
rob: bora, it's 1:15 AM. what the hell.
bora: do you want the lightly fried fish filets or not?
rob: well, i mean, yeah.
bora: so come downstairs while they're still hot!
rob: wait, you just made them?
bora: yeah, i wasn't tired so i decided to make some lightly fried fish filets.
rob: say lightly fried fish filets one more time, bora...