Graham: Varian, we need your location.
Varian [bleeding out]: I see a cloud that looks like a lion.
Graham: Can you be more specific?
Varian: Simba.
Varian, leaning over a dead baddie: He’s yeed his last haw.
Takeo: Aliven’t.
Leaoni: Press “F” to pay respects.
Alune: Guys, please, we’re in the middle of a battle.
Leaoni: Screenshots don't scare me. I know what the fuck I said.
Frost: When you're trying to be cheesy but everyone is laughtose intolerant.
Madam Margo, on the phone: I can assure you, our team is very professional -
Marcello, barging in holding his arm: THAT BASTARD BIT ME!
Lynn, following him while physically restraining a very pissed off Graham: AND I'LL FUCKING LET HIM DO IT AGAIN-
Ren: If anyone wanted to marry me, they’d have to beat me in a fight. That’s literally the only way I would ever say yes.
Aris, gearing up: Oh?
Marcello: Every parent wants to see their child do well, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that watching my son fail at everything he tries has been pretty entertaining.
Varian, talking about Kallai: Sounds like he's against genocide so, why not hear him out.
Alune: That… cannot be where the bar is.
Frost: Did I screw everything up?
Leaoni: No, I threw out your vote so you couldn't do that.
Alune: I'm too emotionally unstable for Jury Duty, may I be excused?
Sana, jokingly: I should have Kallai kill you for that.
Kallai, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?
Sana: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.
Kallai, pulling out a sword: No, who's bothering you?
Varian: Am I dramatic? Yes. Is it justified? Also yes.
Desmond: I thought you said you had it under control!
Leaoni: Yeah, I lied.