#gigi thompson
Some extra gifs that I thought looked cool w/o captions
+ Brett getting the hug he desperately needed
Gigi:I stand here before you, in sweatpants for the first time ever, to celebrate Reagan Ridley in a place where she spent much of her life, a bar in a house she was not invited to.
Gigi:Reagan was… full of surprises.
Gigi: I never knew if she was going to ruthlessly make fun of me, or totally objectify me in a way that was flattering, and also vaguely problematic.
Gigi:Well - But whether she was lifting me up or calling me out I never felt quite so seen as when she saw me.
Andre:…
Andre:Reagan, I know you don’t like it when people get all emotional about you, so I channeled all of my love for you into this song.
Andre, high on drugs: WOWOWOW WAWAWAWA DUNDUNDUDUN DUGADUNDUNDUN!
Andre:That’s when the foam cannons go pshh!
Andre:Explode outward! And then back to the song.
Andre:WOWOWOW WAWAWA-
Reagan:Okay, okay, we’re good. Thank you.
Andre:Yeah.
Gigi: Reagan, I owe you an apology.
Gigi: I’m very sorry I meddled. Truly, I was only trying to help, because I want you two to be happy. And because, well, I love you.
Gigi: I really do. I love you both.
Reagan:[Crying]
Gigi: Oh, no. I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong again?
Reagan: No, I’m just crying because you’re such a nice and thoughtful friend.
Reagan: And the emotions aren’t coming out because I’m angry, they’re coming out of my eyes because I’m happy, which is somehow just as embarrassing.
Reagan: Why are you crying?
Gigi: I don’t know. I’m Gigi, I…
Gigi:I never cry.
Gigi: But you’re saying these nice things about me, and it’s making me cry.
Gigi: And also, this is less important, but the carpeting is really disgusting.
Reagan:Brett, when my father betrayed me, used me, and ruined my life, I was confused and disoriented, but you were always kind to me.
Reagan:And according to the central theme of 231,600 songs, movies, poems, and novels that I researched for these vows ever since we started dating, which was just a day ago, that’s what love’s all about.
Reagan: Does anybody here object to this marriage?
Myc:Of course we do!
Gigi: How could we not object?
Myc: Yes, it is a terrible idea!
Reagan:Overruled.
Reagan:Brett?
Brett:Mhmm?
Reagan: Do you want me to be your wife?
Brett:Yeah.
Reagan:And I want you to be my husband.
Reagan: So, by the power vested in me, by me, I now pronounce us husband and wife.
Brett, laughing: We did it!
Brett: Can I kiss you, or will you punch me?
Reagan, laughing: Only one way to find out.
Gigi: Whoo, get some! Got get it, girl!
Myc:We’re just going with it now.
Reagan, to the gang about Rafe: Everyone, I want you to meet Rafe, Rafe Masters.
Rafe, laughing: Oh, the legendary study group.
Rafe: I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to build up the courage to meet you. I guess you can see why.
Brett, Gigi, Andre, Glenn, and Myc:…
Glenn:Uh, is he ashamed of having a perfect jawline?
Gigi: And 0% body fat?
Rafe: Still can’t believe she wants to marry me. A dumb old legendary secret agent who barely has an 8-pack.
Brett, Gigi, Andre, Glenn, and Myc:…
Andre:Do you know what you look like?
Reagan: Well, in the first 24 hours, he caused the world to erupt into chaos, and then my father made my life’s work evil. It was kind of a rough start.
Reagan: But things calmed down after Brett started helping me learn about being nice and all.
Gigi:Okay, tell me about that.
Reagan: …
Reagan: Well, as you know, I worked with Brett every day, and then Brett got sick of me, so I did some nice stuff to make him feel better. And later, I confessed because Brett was being tortured by guilt, and I just felt awful seeing his little, sweet face all contorted.
Reagan, as Brett: “Oh, Reagan, I want to throw up because of what you did.”
Reagan, laughs: He is such a dork.
Robo Reagan: You know, a lot of people I met feel regret about things they never said… admissions of guilt or anger… or love.
Reagan:…
Reagan: Are you making a move on me?
Reagan: It’s fine… I just didn’t see it coming. Uh, well, hooking up with someone with the exact same name.. And the exact same almost everything, it is kind of a fun, narcissistic fantasy…
Reagan: No, no, Reagan, I… I’m talking… I could be into it.
Robo Reagan: Mm, no, I’m talking about you and Brett.
Gigi:Now, ordinarily, you having feelings for a colleague would be a conflict of interest…
Reagan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You think I’m into Brett?
Myc: Yes, Reagan, we do. Because you are.
[A few minutes later]
Reagan: No, no, no, you’re wrong. There are way more things I hate about Brett than like about him.
Gigi: Like what?
Reagan: His stupid Joker smile, his extensive suit collection, oh, and he loves 80s so much. He once talked about Dane Cook for two hours…
Reagan: I timed it. And he only stopped because he saw me timing him.
Reagan:Granted, he laughed, and kind of made fun of himself, it was a nice moment, but still.
Reagan:…
Reagan:He always twitches his eyebrows when he says “absolutism,” and he tilts his head whenever I say anything ignorant, but he never makes fun of me, which is nice.
Reagan:He’s also incredibly patient, and kind, and surprisingly jacked, and-
Reagan: Oh, fuck, I’m in love with Brett.
Gigi: So, what is Reagan to you?
Brett: The reason I wake up every morning.
Gigi: Awe, that is so sweet!
[Earlier that morning]
Reagan, barging into Brett′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
Brett, singing: My grandpa has a nose and my grandma has a nose!
Brett, still singing: Reagan had a nose! Gigi has a nose! Andre has a nose! Glenn has a nose!
Brett, continuing: Myc has uhh— everyone you know has a nose, nose, nose!
Glenn:…
Glenn: My grandfather’s nose was blown off in the war so that song is a filthy lie.
Reagan:Why are your tongues purple?
Gigi: We had slushies. I had a blue one.
Andre: I had a red one.
Reagan:Oh.
Reagan:…
Reagan:OH!
Brett:…
Brett: You drank each other’s slushies?
Andre: Reagan isn’t answering her phone.
Brett, sighing: I’ll call.
Glenn:…
Brett: [Dials Reagan]
Glenn: Gigi, Andre, Myc, and I have all tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Reagan:Brett?
Reagan, coming into the war room: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Glenn, shocked: Reagan— Language!
Brett:Yeah, watch your fucking language.
Andre: OKAY WHO TAUGHT BRETT THE FUCK WORD?
Gigi: ‘The fuck word’.
Myc: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time!
Gigi: Oh my god, they censored it.
Glenn:Say fuck, Myc.
Gigi: Do it, Myc. Say fuck.
Reagan: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.
Brett:What if it bites me and it dies!?
Gigi:Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Brett, learn to listen.
Andre: What if it bites itself and I die?
Glenn: That’s voodoo.
Brett: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Myc: That’s correlation, not causation.
Glenn: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Andre:That’s kinky.
Reagan: Oh my God.
[The Gang is over at Reagan’s house]
Brett: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?
Reagan:…
Reagan:N-No…
Reagan, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have?!
Brett, motioning to her kitchen: Three, I thought!
Gigi: Ooh! I see a-
Reagan, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.
Brett: Oh, well I-
Reagan: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on-
Reagan: [Fiddles with the buttons on the microwave]
Reagan, amazed: Its got a bake setting!
Andre: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!
Glenn: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?
Reagan: Now I’ve just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin!
Reagan: I am someone who owns four ovens…
Reagan, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…
Reagan:I didn’t know I was so rich with ovens…
Myc, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!
Reagan:…
Brett: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!
Reagan:…
Reagan, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS
[The gang right before Brett and Reagan’s wedding]
Reagan: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.
Gigi:Wait… Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!
Andre: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well!
Glenn:…
Glenn: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND–
Myc, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE–
Reagan, checking the invitation card:Wait…
Reagan:I’m getting married today?!
Myc: Reagan… How do I begin to explain Reagan Ridley?
Brett:Reagan is flawless.
Gigi:I hear her hair’s insured for $10,000.
Glenn: I hear she studied at high elite schools… in Japan.
Andre: One time he punched me in the face… it was awesome.
Brett: Just be yourself.
Reagan: “Be myself”?
Reagan: Brett, I have one day to win someone over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?
Brett:I’ve liked you since the moment I met you.
Andre: Eh, couple weeks.
Glenn: Six months.
Gigi: A few years.
Myc: Jury’s still out.
Brett:…
Reagan:…
Reagan: See, Brett?
Reagan:“Be yourself”. What kind of garbage advice is that?
Gigi: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Brett:Okay, but what is updog?
Glenn: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Reagan: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Myc:No, that’s an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Brett: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Reagan: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Andre: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Myc:No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Glenn:What’s a henway?
Gigi: Oh, about five pounds.
Rand: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?
Reagan, with no hesitation at all: Nope, absolutely not.
Brett: Sorry Rand, but I have to side with Reagan for this one.
Gigi: I hope it sucks, whatever you’re going through.
Andre: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.
Glenn: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.
Myc: I can’t wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could’ve changed that outcome.
Brett: Reagan kissed me!
Andre, gasping:NO!
Gigi, squealing: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!
Drakken: It’s unbelievable.
Gigi:Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Andre: Okay, okay. We wanna hear everything.
Andre:Glenn, get the wine and unplug the phone. Brett, does this end well or do we need tissues– Gigi, get tissues just incase!
Brett: Oh, it ended VERYwell.
Glenn, running in with wine glasses: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!
Gigi, calming down: Alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips, or was it like, a you know, “I gotta have you now” kinda thing?
Brett: Well, at first it was really intense, you know, and then— oh God– and then we just sorta sunk into it…
Gigi, Andre, and Glenn, squealing:Aww!
[Meanwhile]
Reagan, eating pizza: And uh, and then I kissed him.
Myc, also eating pizza:Tongue?
Reagan:Yeah.
Myc:Cool.
Myc:C'mon, Reagan. Brett isn’t going to be a problem.
Myc: You and Brett just need to bone.
Reagan:…
Reagan, angrily: What did you say?
Gigi:No, honey, don’t say it—
Myc, deadpan: I said you two need to bone.
Reagan, angrily and loudy:HoooOOW DARE you, Magic Myc! I am YOUR BOSS!!!
[5 Minutes In]
Reagan, mad and screaming:BONE!!!!
[10 Minutes More]
Reagan, still mad and still screaming: What happens in my bedroom, Myc, is NONE of YOUR business!!
[21 Minutes Passing By, Andre and Glenn Present]
Reagan, still very mad:!BOOOOONE?!?!
[40 Minutes Later, Everyone Present]
Reagan, still evidently mad:Don’tEVER speak to me LIKE THAT again.
Reagan:Okay, for this to work, you need to be mean to people. Can you do that?
Brett: Yeah! Try me
Reagan:Get me a glass of water.
Brett, handing her a glass of water: Here you go!
Gigi:No, honey. Let’s try again. Be mean!
Brett:Alright
Andre: I’ll try. Brett, get me a glass of water.
Brett:No, I would never give you that, you… dumb person.
Reagan:…
Reagan: Brett, what do you have behind your back?
Brett:Nothing.
Reagan:…
Brett:…
Reagan:…
Reagan: Give it to me.
Brett, pulling a glass of water: It’s a glass of water.
Gigi: Oh, boy.
Brett, pulling another glass: And a backup glass.
Andre: We’re screwed, aren’t we?
Gigi:You think?
Reagan:Gigi told me instead of being sad I should “Go get it, girl,” so I’m going to “Go get it, girl”.
Robotus:Get what?
Reagan:Unclear. I’ll get everything, just to be safe.
Reagan:Good news! I have a great idea.
Myc, sighs: Is it actually a bad idea?
Reagan: I don’t understand.
Brett:You said you had a great idea. Is that what you have, or do you have a bad idea?
Reagan: I have a great idea.
Gigi: You’re sure? You have a great idea and not a bad one?
Reagan: That is correct. I have a great idea. I do not have a bad idea.
Myc: Excellent. Let’s hear the idea.
Reagan, enthusiastically: We bet our very own lives and the sake of this planet to trusting Robotus and hope that he doesn’t betray us.
Brett, Gigi, Myc, Glenn, and Andre:…
Andre, trying not to scream: Thank you, Reagan.
Gigi, sighing: Can I tell you something?
Gigi:…
Gigi:You’re my role model.
Reagan, snorting: Come on.
Gigi:I’m serious.
Reagan:Gigi, you were already the most impressive person I ever met, and now you can do literally everything.
Gigi: If that’s true, it’s because you inspired me.
Reagan:…
Gigi:I admire you so very much. Your strength, your toughness, your self-esteem, not to mention you have a rocking bod.
Reagan:…
Reagan:Did you just turn the tables on me?
Reagan: I got nothing left to teach you.
Gang as Random Images Saved in My Phone 2
Reagan Ridley
Brett Hand
Gigi Thompson
Andre Lee
Glenn Dolphman
Magic Myc
Bonuses: Bear-o
J.R. Scheimpough
Rand Ridley