Felix: Hey! A love letter! I have a secret admirer! [opens letter and clears throat]
Felix: Oh, wait, it's a threat, not a love letter.
Melissa: Alright, everybody! How are we feeling?
Austin: With our fingers.
Melissa: No like emotionally.
Emily: Oh! Sad.
Felix: Alright, let's hear your war cry.
Emily: [growls in werewolf pup]
Felix: Oh my god, my heart.
Austin: I'm awake, I've had my cheerios, had a nice glass of water. I'm ready to commit violent atrocities against my fellow man, let's go-
Jarrod: I'm gay but he's not my boyfriend because I can do much better than him.
Felix: Really? Then why don't you?
Felix: One day, you’re gonna look back on this and laugh!
Takeo: I assure you that for the rest of my life every time I look back on this I will smack you.
Austin: I cannot believe the audacity that some of these people have like you’re seriously gonna stand within twenty feet of me-
Melissa: Promise me you’ll be on your best behaviour?
Austin: Ah, so here's the thing. I promised other people I’d be on my worst behaviour. And I gave my word. So…
Emily: Birth certificates are just baby receipts.
Melissa: No, they're-
Austin: Holy shit, she's right.
Melissa: Can you relax?
Austin, shaking with anger and stress: Relax?! I’m perfectly relaxed. I could not be more relaxed right now.
Jarrod: You know, normal people see a monster and they run. But not us, no, no, no. We search out things that want to kill us. You know who does that? Crazy people!
Melissa: Preaching to the choir here Jarrod.
Austin and Felix in the front with Emily: Can you two quit bitching already?
Austin: It’s nice to be wanted for once, y’know?
Melissa, who is this close to killing him: NOT BY THE LAW!
Austin: Did we get anything done this weekend?
Melissa: No.
Melissa: At least we relaxed.
Austin: Somehow also no.
Melissa: You're right.
Felix: My job here is done!
Emily: But you didn't do anything.
Felix: [Dramatic Bisexual Flair]
Melissa, on the verge of tears: Okay, not that I care, but-
Caecilius: Oh, I love knitting! I can make a scarf, I can make a hat, I can stab your eyes out slowly and violently with needles, savoring your screams, I can make mittens…
Emily: What was that middle one?
Caecilius: Uh. I can make a hat?