Peter: Uh, Charles?

Peter: Uh, Charles?

Peter: Are we allowed to have sleepovers?

Charles: . . .

Charles: Peter, you’re twenty six. 

Peter: Is that a no?

Charles: You’re a grown man, you can make your own decisions.

Peter: Team sleepover!

Scott: Yas!

Jean: Yas!

Jubilee: Yas!

Ororo: Yas!

Pietro: “Get married and have kids,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said.

Nate: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

John: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI-FLAMETHROWER!

Luna: It’s called a fire extinguisher. FIRE. EXTINGUISHER.

Scott: JOHN LITERALLY HAS A FIRE MUTATION! JUST CONTROL IT!

Pietro: Don’t. Don’t if you value your sanity.

Pietro: I don’t think I can mansplain, manipulate, manwhore our way out of this situation.

Scott: Manslaughter it is.

Pietro: Reporters always ask us how we manage three kids with such different mutations so easily.

Scott: The secret is, we don’t. We have no control of them whatsoever.

Pietro: Earlier, Nate called my name and when I went to see what was going on, John shot me in the throat with a nerf gun before Luna tackled me to the floor.

Blob: I can’t believe you live nearby and you won't let anyone crash at your place.

Pietro: You people already know too much about me.

Toad: I know exactly three facts about you and one of them is that you don’t let any of us crash at your place.

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