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Things that were definitely said by Queen or the BoRhap cast at one point or another.
Freddie: I am Beyoncé, always.
Roger: Fred - what's wrong? Freddie: Everything - the stress...of my modern music...has caused me to go into a depression! Roger: "Depression"? Isn't that just a fancy word for feeling bummed out? Freddie: Roger, you ignorant slut!
John: Are lobsters mermaids to scorpions? Brian: John, its four in the fucking morning
Brian: Let's bet ten pounds on who can say the alphabet faster? Roger: Okay! A, B, C, D, ... Brian: Alphabet. Roger: FUCK
John: I made a marshmallow Freddie. John: See? His arms are all crossed because he's mad at all the other marshmallow band members for annoying him. John: You like it? Freddie: *voice breaking* its fine.
Roger, the biologist: You know, the indigenous species in Canada can be real aggressive eh, so it's important to take all necessary precautions when approaching. Roger, blaring an airhorn at a Canadian goose: geT FUCKED
Brian: Can you pass the salt please? Freddie: *yeets Deacy across the table*
Jim: there's a man with a moustache at the door Freddie: tell him I already have one
Jim: You know, when I asked you to bring me something from the beach, I meant a shell or something. Freddie: *struggling to hold down a seagull* you should have been more specific!
John: Brian, we need you to get Roger out of the cupboard again. Freddie: *storming into the room* WHO FUCKING TOOK DELILAH The Cupboard: MAKE IM IN LOVE WITH MY CAR THE B-SIDE OR YOU'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN
*Jim and Freddie enter the studio* Brian: That's a cool top, Fred! Jim: I have a name... Freddie: *spits out his drink*
*Miami, backstage at Live Aid* Miami: I have a permit Sound technician: this just says "I can do what I want"
Brian: I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS! John, narrating: despite being at a loss for words, Brian proceeded to yell at us for the next ten minutes.
Brian, to Roger: I would just like to ask you to consider the alternatives next time you're filled with the urge to push someone out a window.
Brian: *studiously doing his homework, listening to instrumental music, very focused* Roger: *upside down on the couch* In your professional opinion, do you think stars have feelings?
