kinsee – incorrect-pocketgod-quotes

Sun: Well, It’s-It’s my birthday in Friday

Kinsee: Hey! Happy birthday! *grabs her face and kisses her*

Sun: *pulls away stunned and slightly disgusted*

Kinsee: You read my diary?!

Moon: At first I did not know it was your diary, I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Kinsee: Wow… that girl is so pretty.

Booga: Don’t feel like that, Kinsee. You’re pretty too.

Kinsee: I’m not jealous, Booga, I’m gay.

“You should write a book: How to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less”

-Kinsee to Booga

Sun: Do you ever just see something that changes your life and you’re just like, huh.

Kinsee: I saw you.

Sun: Honestly that’s so nice and sweet and it makes this really awkward because I was gonna show you this drawing of Ooga as a turkey.

Toola: *carrying Teela bridal style and talking calmly with her*

Sun: *sprints past, carrying Kinsee over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes; they’re both screaming*

Teela: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.

Toola: I did. I broke it…

Teela: No. No, you didn’t. Ooga?

Ooga: Don’t look at me. Look at Klik.

Klik: What?! I didn’t break it.

Ooga: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Klik: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Ooga: Suspicious.

Klik: No, it’s not!

Booga: If it matters, probably not… Kinsee was the last one to use it.

Kinsee: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Booga: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Kinsee: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Booga!

Toola: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Teela.

Teela: No. Who broke it?

Ooga [whispering] Teela, Newbie’s been awfully quiet…

Newbie: Really?!

Ooga: Yeah, really!

*everyone starts arguing*

…

Teela: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Toola: So, who’s more clingy?

Kinsee, sitting on Sun’s lap with her arms wrapped around Sun’ neck and face buried in Sun’s chest: Sun, obviously

Toola: Imagine if someone handed you a box of all the thing you’d lost over the years

Kinsee: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thanks for finding this!

Newbie: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in 15 years!

Ooga: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Klik: Mental stability, my old friend!

Toola: …could you guys lighten up a little?

Nooby: Hello ma’am, may I take your order

Kinsee: Yes I’ll have pygmy

Nooby: Oh my gods!

Nooby: No no no

Nooby: No that’s on the menu!

Kinsee: Put it on the menu