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“I am not getting worked up. You know Spiderman? That’s pretty cool.”

"Everyone is so impressed with Spidey” he rolled his eyes before drumming his fingertips against a nearby table. “So we leaving for some milkyshakes? I am craving now. This food baby is not going to feed itself”

“I’m already regretting this.”

"Too bad. No take backs!”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

"Oooooh someone’s a little testy today.”

“Whatcha gonna do if I don’t, huh?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well first of all little girl, I’ll out sass the sass right out of you.”

"So is move bitch get out the way -- seriously how much have you done? Thirteen thousand and a half? I think you’re set man.”

"Yes. Yes I am. I’d enjoy it much more if I had a pina colada and was getting lost in the rain.”

“What? No, you just said you’d have a problem if I didn’t have a milkshake for you.”

"You always get worked up about these things. You’re even worse than Spidey.”

“What do you think happens to a person if you drag them across asphalt faster than they can even think?  Or just shake a body not meant for hypersonic speeds?  They tend to get a little — soupy.”

"--I don’t think I’ve ever been soupy. Has my body made a gushy sound before? I’ve gone splat and woosh several times -- kaboom once or twice, but soupy? I’ve gotta read the comics again.”

“How about you let me worry about my credibility?”

"Oh I’m dying to see you do something kid. What? Are you going to run me to death? Play supersonic hopscotch till I’m blue in the face?”

“I don’t exactly have anything to make a milkshake with but if you insist I can go buy you one or something?”

"Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Let me promise you something here and now.  If you spill so much as a drop of her blood, I won’t rest until I find an incredibly creative and painful way to murder you.  Keep very, very far away from her.”

"Oh wow really? I’m Deadpool -- people say shit like that all the time yet, here I am. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sweetheart. It hurts your credibility.“

“Telepathic camouflage. Cosmo can make Wade think he’s drinking milkshake.”

"What if we go and find an actual milkshake and use Uncle Tony’s credit card to pay for it?”

"Wait do you hear that? --That’s the universe getting ready for the quick fucks I don’t give. Your sister will end up mounted at the end of my blade. I can promise you that.”

“I don’t remember us talking about milkshakes before. Wait, are you talking about that one song? I don’t think she meant that literally.”

"Lies. --I’m like a woman going through PMS if I came all the way to the yard for nothing we’re going to have a problem.”

“Da, chocolate good but bad! It hurt Cosmo’s heart.”

"Because you are a dog with the abilities of Renesmee. What else can you do besides rolling over and playing dead? Since you still haven’t fetched me a milkshake.”

“If it’s chocolate, chocolate is bad for Cosmo!”

"Chocolate is bad for Wade too. It gives him the runs.”