Swear warning and don't expect these to be accurate.
@Hry1134 you wanted to be pinged so here you go (unfortunately it still broken)
Evan, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.
Night guard: If we’re in trouble, just throw Vanny at the problem, and hope for the best.
William: You’re insane!
Chica: Sure I am, what’s your point?
Foxy: Please! Pretend I'm useful!
Evan: Hey I got you food, pick a number between 1 and 10.
Gregory: Uh 4?
Evan: Wrong, no food for you.
Gregory: Wait what?! WHY?! EVAN PLEASE—!
the Mimic: I told Foxy to grab snacks for everyone.
William, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?
*the Mimic, Foxy, and Freddy raise their hands*
Stitchwraith: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger?
Golden freddy: Do I get to pick the finger?
the Mimic: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.
Freddy: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for.
Freddy: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table*
Cassie: ...Thanks.
Chica: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic.
Clara: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?
Micheal : The afterlife, I guess.
Evan, entering the room: *Sees Chica and leaves*
Chica, watching Evan leave: There’s my monthly dose of Evan…
Foxy: Glamrock freddy gave me a get better soon card.
Cassie: That's sweet!
Foxy: I wasn't sick, they just think I can do better.
William: I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.
Golden freddy, looking at William: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.
Clara: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.
Glamrock freddy: Sacrifice? I nominate Vanny.
Vanny: Wait, what?
Glamrock freddy: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.
Vanny: I'm 5'9, it's like average height in most of the world!
Clara: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!
Bonnie: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Glamrock freddy!
William: So Glamrock freddy knows about this?
Bonnie, walking away: No, this is between me and me!
Clara: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.
Gregory: My only talent is being stress.
William: Don't you mean stressed?
Gregory: No.
Bonnie: Vanny, say you’re sorry to the Mimic.
Vanny: Oh, I won’t do that. Apologizing is for the weak and wrong, which is why the Mimic should do it to me, because they are weak, and wrong.
Evan: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles?
Chica: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.
