Queen Incorrect Quotes

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Freddie: Anyone have anything I could throw into the audience tonight?

Roger: Yeah, my best fucking pair of maracas. Oh wait- you already threw them.

Freddie: Roger, you illegally stole them. It was for your own good.

Brian: Little humans, little humans calm down. Freddie can just throw me.

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John: Time for bed!

Brian: I call top bunk.

Roger: I call the one under Brian.

Freddie: I shall call the last.

John: Okei, where shall I sleep?

*everyone summoning John to their bed*

John: 'Right I'll sleep on the floor.

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Freddie: *sneezes dramatically* sorry

Roger: It's not okay. You are so disrespectful

Brian: *sneezes softly*

Roger: Aww, you sweetie. B L E S S Y O U. Everyone bless him.

John: *sneezes cutely* excuse me

Roger: No you're not excused. You never shut up.

Roger: *sneezes loudly* aren't you gonna bless me?

Brian: My ears are bleeding because that was so fucking loud.

Roger: So my sneeze isn't good enough for you? Fuck off

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Brian: Mentally I'm a poodle. I'm emotionally intelligent, I like walking, and y'know my hair.

Roger: No mentally you're a jungle gym. *tackles Brian*

Brian: I think not!!!!

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Freddie: I need someone to sing the "all day long" part with me, so we'll start with Rog.

Roger: (in a high falsetto) all day long

Freddie: Too high

Brian: (in a sexy low voice) all day long

Freddie: Too low. John?

John: Me? You want me to sing? (clears throat) all day long

Freddie: Just right. It was heavenly.

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Roger: I finally figured out how to control my anger.

Brian: How?

John: *mentally prepares for a verbal monstrosity*

Roger: By throwing my maracas at Freddie's head.

Brian: Oh, that explains the black eye.

John: Freddo!!!

Roger: Don't bothah he's- unconscious.

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Brian: *is crying*

Roger: Honey, what's wrong/

Brian: I have no role in society and I wish I did:(

Freddie: You wrote God Save the Queen, right?

Brian: Yes?

Freddie: Can't you see? Brian, you've persuaded God to save the Queen.

Brian: I-

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  Brian: *inhales a raspberry*

John: Someone perform the Heimlich maneuver on him.

Freddie: Did someone say perform? Let me entertain youuu!

John: No Fred, not that kind of perform- you have to stand behind him and squeeze his chest.

Roger: Did someone say squeeze Brian's chest. Move aside bitches.

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Freddie: Sing, angel, sing!

Roger: NO!

Brian: C'mon please!?!?!?

Roger: No, no, no, no, no, no, no

John: Lap of the Gods

Roger: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Brian: Hey, Rog. I have a headache.

Roger: Hey Bri. I have a heartache.

Brian: Aww, why?

Roger: Because ooh I need your lovin' ooh I need your lovin' ooh I need your lovin' tonight!

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