Jane: I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much.
Nich: I look back on being seventeen and think “holy shit, how did I not die?”
Algernon: Nobody cared what I thought when I was a kid. They’d say “What do you think you’re doing?” but that just meant “stop.”
Hank: I wonder what it feels like to know what the hell is going on.
Prof. Alden: You have illegal contacts?
Algernon: You don’t?
Ceza, to the rest of the squadron: And remember, if I get harsh with you, it’s only because you’re doing it wrong.
Everett: Let’s not jump to any conclusions.
Clyde: I didn’t jump. I took a tiny step, and the conclusions were there.
Alyssa: Are you okay?
Everett, looking off into the distance: In theory.
Everett: I apologize for behaving like a dick
Jane: We weren’t going to say it.
Clyde: I was.
Beck: There’s no need to ever ask me how I’m doing; it's safe to assume I'm crashing and burning at any given moment.
Algernon: Walked into a liquor store bleeding, that kind of night.
Jude: Ghost 101. One, knock book off shelf. Week two, uh, hold a candlestick in the middle of a hallway. Three… sheets.
Violet: You’re just going through the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.
Jude: No I’m not!
Alexei: Is that why you keep calling him “Fox”?
Carrie: That’s his last name.
Alexei: Is it?
Nich: Yes! You never bothered to find out?
Percy: Old people are so dramatic
Simultaneously
Erik: Who are you calling old?
Leda: I am not dramatic!
Everett: Sometimes when you intensely dislike a person, you just have to take comfort in the fact that one day, they will be dead.
Clyde: See, this is exactly why I sweep things under the rug. So people don’t get hurt.
Jane: Yes, until you sweep too much under the rug. Then you have a lumpy rug, which creates a tripping hazard, and then you open yourself up to lawsuits. Wow, you can go a really long time without blinking.
Hazel: Clyde, what I’m about to tell you is so strange, no one in their right mind would believe it.
Clyde: Then I’m your guy.
Prof. Alden: Call me cynical, but is it entirely without the bounds of possibility that you have an ulterior motive?
Algernon: James, I hope you know me better than that. At any given moment I never have fewer than seven ulterior motives in play.
Robert: What’s going on?
Jane: Do you want the long version or the short version?
Robert: The short one.
Clyde: Shit’s fucked.
Dottie: Well I did go to summer camp. For two weeks. I got kicked out.
Hank: Kicked out?
Dottie: Yeah. It’s a long story. Suffice it to say I don’t like liars who steal nail polish and then pass out when you slap them a little bit on the back of the head.
Jane: Sorry, I think I need to be alone right now.
Later
Jane: Thanks for being alone with me, Clyde.
Georgie: My opinions don’t have to be consistent. I think whatever makes me feel nice at the time and there’s no law against that.
Sybil, doing her makeup: Some people say ‘don’t make the wings too big.’
Sybil: I like to make my wings big enough that one day, hopefully, I’ll be able to fly away from all my problems.
Alyssa, raising her voice slightly so she can speak to Hazel down at the other side of the grocery store aisle: Do you want any chips?
Hazel, at full volume: I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR DORITOS.