80 year old woman: “Oh, I’m so sorry I’m late, I was shaking my thang over at the dance party.”

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10 year old boy: “I think I’ll go to the dark side because I kind of want to kill my little brother.”
his extremely confused little brother: “Wait.. What?”

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very responsible mother: “Here’s my stroller, you’ll leave it at the exit of the ride?”
coworker: “Yes, but ma’am I need you to please take your child from the stroller.”
very responsible mother: “Oh no it’s ok, I trust you, we’ll be back after the ride.”

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12 year old girl in the front row: “Ohh, so Tarzan had abs. See mom, that’s why he’s my favorite.”

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10 year old boy: “Yeah, I didn’t want to go on this ride because I wanted to have some time away from my siblings” 

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7 year old boy (as he ran straight into the line when we’d been open for 15 minutes): “The Great Movie Ride!! I love this ride!!”

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18 year old girl :“Wait.. Who is Dick Van Dyke? I’ve never even heard of him, he can’t be that famous.”