“Now i’m not saying to do it but dont not do it”
“let me just *climbs into sousaphone case* NOPE”
“left. left. left. left. RIGHT. left. betcha weren’t expecting that one you little fucks”
“let me play a song i made for you nickelas *through trumpet mouthpiece* FUCK YOU”
“actually you cant leave band your name is already signed in blood there’s no backing out of this one”
“thank you for 5 years of marching together… unless your name is wesley”
“don’t smoke weed, suck reed”
“SOUSAPHONES GET INSIDE YOURE ALL WALKING LIGHTNING RODS”
“all i have for my book report is ‘the’ its due today please impale me with your clarinet”
“what comes after L in the alphabet?”
“JOHNSONS GOING TO COLLEGE WOOO”
“if you bend your knees while marching this im coming after you with a baseball bat”
“scoot over some johnson youre two off” ‘like this?’ “*in shreks voice* that’ll do donkey, that’ll do”
“i am incapable of crying but just imagine me being emotional”
“what’s up kids the end of the world didnt happen and now we’re here”
those nighttime band bus rides where people are napping or singing or laughing or listening to music and there’s the faint glow of the streetlights passing by and everything feels right in the world
Assistant bd: LIGHTNING
All the trumpets: *puts their horns high in the air instantly*
WHERE THE HELL IS BUCKY
when ur marching in a parade and sweat drips into ur eyes: this is it this is the end
Sam: Do you want your popcorn sweet or salty?
Steve: *gazing at Bucky* I want it like my fiance.
Sam: We don’t serve ugly popcorn.
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