Incorrect Quotes

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Scar, upon learning how Mumbo did a magic trick: So you're not magic?

Mumbo: Well, not really.

Scar: You're just a liar.

Scar: Silence is golden.

Grian: Duct tape is silver.

Grian: But we're friends! I was building up to calling you a nickname soon!
Scar: That'll never happen! In fact, you just lost "Scar" privileges. From now on, you can call me by my last name or 'Hey, you.'.
Grian: Come on, Scar.
Scar: *glares*
Grian: Come on, Hey you.

Grian: I have issues.
Scar: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-
Grian: With you.

Scar: I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.

*Grian dies in a game with ships*
Scar: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us.
Scar: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury.
Mumbo: Legend has it that Grian still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks.
Grian: Of course I do.

Scar: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!
Mumbo: Scar-
Mumbo: It- it was just an ant-

Grian: Wow, I feel happy and I'm having so much fun!
Grian:
Grian: *narrows eyes* Something's wrong here. (light Grian fluff)

Mumbo: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?
Grian: Can't relate.
Scar: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

Mumbo: I haven't seen Scar and Grian for fifteen minutes now.
*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Scar and Grian running after it in a panic. Mumbo doesn't look outside at all.*
Mumbo: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

Grian: Scar, are you drinking... drinking hydrogen peroxide?!
Scar: It says H2O2! That means it's the sequel to water!

Grian: I won a new phone in a race.
Mumbo: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Grian?
Grian: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Mumbo: What state do you live in?
Grian: I live in a state of constant anxiety.

Scar: I don't want to talk about it.
Mumbo: Good, I don't wanna hear about it.

Grian: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.

Grian: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.