It's been a while, but new Villainous Found Family Incorrect quotes (now with a new family member!)
Dawn: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but—
Randall: That's because you're too short to do so.
Dawn: ...Listen here you fucking—
Prof. Callaghan: Look how cute these pens are!
Charles: Bob, that’s gay.
Prof. Callaghan: …Charles, we’ve been married for five years.
*Hans is in the kitchen and hears a crash from the living room*
Hans, running into the living room: WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED HERE?!?!
Charles, looking at the broken TV screen and the remote on the floor: I was trying to throw the remote onto the TV stand!
Hans: And the professor didn’t stop you?!
Charles, pointing at a sleeping Prof. Callaghan: He's been asleep for the past three hours.
Syndrome, walking in, oblivious to the situation: Hey guys- Wait, is the TV broken? Why?!
Hans, pointing at Charles: He threw the remote onto the TV stand.
Syndrome: Come on! That’s the 5th time this week and it’s 2 in the morning on a Tuesday!
Prof. Callaghan, waking up to see the situation: *yawns* How long was I out? [he sees the broken TV] OH GOD NOT AGAIN! CHARLES, I TOLD YOU NOT TO!
Charles: You were asleep! And I always take a window of opportunity when I see it!
Hans and Syndrome, in unison: But you broke the-
Charles: My work here is done. If anyone asks, I was never- *dashes out of the living room*
Dawn: Lighten up, Randy! Let's just agree to drop this tension and be friends! [she holds her hoof out]
Randall: [suspiciously hesitant]
Dawn: [smiles sweetly]
Randall: Oh, alright. Friends. [he takes Dawn's hoof to shake, only to be shocked] Ahhhhh!
Dawn: [pulls her hoof back, revealing a joy buzzer] Gotcha! [giggles]
Randall [growls] Damn, I can't stand you!
Hans: THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!!
Turbo: Oh no! *jumps on a bench*
Lotso, climbing up a tree: Shit! Shit! Shit!
Dawn, sitting on the roof: Well, this sucks...
Ernesto, sitting on a chair with his feet up: Lo que sea...
Prof. Callaghan, sitting on a pillow on the floor: Surely this counts as being safe, right?
Gothel, squatting atop the fridge: Not again!
Charles: Yikes! *clings to the ceiling like Spider-Man.*
Syndrome floating in mid-air with his power gloves: Heh, you're all noobs.
Randall, lying on the floor: Guess I'll die...
Lotso, Dawn and Gothel: Randall, what the FUCK!?
[On a beach day]
Ernesto: [while buried in the sand except for his skull] I am the Sand Guardian! ¡El guardián de la arena!
Dawn: Poseidon quivers before him!
Ernesto, at a rando in the distance: ¡Chinga tu madre!
Lotso: Doc? Prof. Callaghan: Yes? Lotso: Do you need a hug? [holds his arms up] Prof. Callaghan: [rolls eyes] Haven’t I been through enough?
[Scenario: Randall has turned blue and can't change back to his normal purple for a couple of days due to an ailment]
Randall: [talking with Kaa on the phone] No, sorry babe, I can't see you tonight... Because I'm blue...No, not sad blue. Blue blue. Toilet bowl blue!











