Not dumb luck, dumb SKILL!
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axesladeSince he was mentioned in the meme
[Ron is trying to get a date for the school dance]
Ron: This arm is going to the dance on Friday.
[Holds up arm]
Ron: Who wants to be on it?
[the girls flee, he switches arms]
Ron: How about this arm?
Ron accidentally finds the entrance to the lair]
Kim: Mr. Dumb Luck!
Ron: Not dumb luck, Kim. Dumb SKILL!
[after dropping into a tank of sharks]
Ron: Why is it never otters? I wouldn't mind dropping into a tank of otters. They're fun!
[Kim claims Ron's life is easier than hers]
Ron: What about the struggles of raising Rufus as a single parent? Or the pressures of maintaining my image.
[Kim glares at him]
Ron: Okay, so I don't have an image yet. But I'm working on it. And I gotta tell you, it's exhausting.
Kim: [Ron is slurping the last of his drink] Is that really necessary?
Ron: Uh yea! Every drop counts when you're a thousand miles away from free refills!
Ron: [talking in his sleep] No monkey touch, no monkey touch...
Felix Renton: Great minds think alike!
Ron: Yeah! What?
Ron: Why is it always monkeys?! Why can't I ever be attacked by crazed super models?!
Ron: Oh, Bonnie, you remind me of the cruel kids at camp - sticks and stones.
Tara: (Gasp) They called you names?
Ron: Yes, while they were pelting me with sticks and stones!
Ron: So, does that mean that I can call the shots on the next mission?
Kim: We'll see.
Ron: Oh, I know what that means!
Kim: It means: "we'll see."
Ron: No, it's code for: "not a chance."
Kim: Actually, it's code for: "ferociously unlikely."
Ron: Oh, sure, you save the world on a regular basis, and no one remembers your name. But you lose your pants six or eight times, and they never let you live it down!
[Ron is trying to get a date for the school dance]
Ron: This arm is going to the dance on Friday.
[Holds up arm]
Ron: Who wants to be on it?
[the girls flee, he switches arms]
Ron: How about this arm?
Ron accidentally finds the entrance to the lair]
Kim: Mr. Dumb Luck!
Ron: Not dumb luck, Kim. Dumb SKILL!
[after dropping into a tank of sharks]
Ron: Why is it never otters? I wouldn't mind dropping into a tank of otters. They're fun!
[Kim claims Ron's life is easier than hers]
Ron: What about the struggles of raising Rufus as a single parent? Or the pressures of maintaining my image.
[Kim glares at him]
Ron: Okay, so I don't have an image yet. But I'm working on it. And I gotta tell you, it's exhausting.
Kim: [Ron is slurping the last of his drink] Is that really necessary?
Ron: Uh yea! Every drop counts when you're a thousand miles away from free refills!
Ron: [talking in his sleep] No monkey touch, no monkey touch...
Felix Renton: Great minds think alike!
Ron: Yeah! What?
Ron: Why is it always monkeys?! Why can't I ever be attacked by crazed super models?!
Ron: Oh, Bonnie, you remind me of the cruel kids at camp - sticks and stones.
Tara: (Gasp) They called you names?
Ron: Yes, while they were pelting me with sticks and stones!
Ron: So, does that mean that I can call the shots on the next mission?
Kim: We'll see.
Ron: Oh, I know what that means!
Kim: It means: "we'll see."
Ron: No, it's code for: "not a chance."
Kim: Actually, it's code for: "ferociously unlikely."
Ron: Oh, sure, you save the world on a regular basis, and no one remembers your name. But you lose your pants six or eight times, and they never let you live it down!
