Ford: You're a loose cannon, Wendy.

Wendy: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Soos: I think you play by your own rules.

Stan: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Ford: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Wendy: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Mabel is a loose cannon.

Mabel: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Wendy!

Stan: I'd say Mabel's more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That's an entirely different thing.

Soos: Now I'm just confused. Is Wendy a loose cannon or not?

Ford: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We're gonna get to the bottom of this.

Wendy: *groans*

Mabel: Aw, man.

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Ford: Look guys, I need help.

Soos: Love help?

Wendy: Financial help?

Mabel: Emotional help?

Stan: Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Stan*

Stan: What?

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Mabel: What the hell was that?

Ford: *picks up a flashlight* Only one way to find out!

Tad Strange: Wait a minute! You don't go TOWARDS the spooky scary banging!

Dipper: Yes we do. We always do.

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Wendy: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.

Wendy: Fruits that do live up to their names?

Wendy: Orange.

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Mabel: A SPIDEEER!!!!!!

Dipper: KILL IT! SMASH IT!

Wendy: BURN IT!

Mabel: STAB IT! WITH A KNIFE! GET ME THE SHOTGUN!

Ford: Awww, it's so cute! Look at it!

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Dipper: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way. 

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Murderer; Any last words?

The gang at the beginning of the summer; 

Dipper: DO YOU KNOW WHO WROTE THE JOURNALS

Mabel: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

Stan: WANNA BUY USELESS SHIT FOR THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS?

Ford: THANKS

Wendy: eh

Pacifica: MY HAAAAIIIR!!!!

The gang at the end of the summer;

Dipper: *laughs*

Mabel: *laughs*

Stan: No, no, go ahead. This should be funny.

Ford: *laughs*

Wendy: eh

Pacifica: My hair!