Bruiser: I'm having a midlife crisis!
Viere: You're 15.
Belsan:..
Rush:…
Belsan: For the last time, we are NOT going to challenge people to duel at our wedding just because we proposed to each other with swords-
Rush: THEN WHAT'S THE POINT OF US GETTING MARRIED?!
Rush: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Belsan says nice things to me everyday and his love protects me.
Kelli: I'm immune to mean and hurtful words because Viere says mean things to me everyday, so I'm prepared.
Madhead: I only feel one emotion and it's anger.
Nova: Last night you drunk texted me a thousand heart emojis.
Madhead: Out of anger.
Ronald, smooshing Howl's face between two pieces of bread, idiot sandwich style: What are you?
Howl: A snack.
Ronald: No.
Ronald: Hey, Belsan, since you know so many languages, which one do you think in?
Madhead, not looking up from sharpening his blade: Bold of you to assume he thinks.
Kelpora: You can't make everyone like you. You're not Aid.
Monah: Not everyone likes Aid.
Kelpora: Who doesn't?
Monah: Well-
Kelpora: Names. Now. Give me their names.
Belsan: Why are people so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I would be excited just to have a bunk bed.
Ronald: …
Howl: …
Nova: …
Ronald: I'm gonna tell him.
Howl and Nova: Don't you dare.
Kelpora: Aid, isn't it true that when you die in your sleep you don't know about it until the next morning?
Aid: …
Aid: Are you serious?
BBEG: You're too late fools! You'll never stop me now.
Nova: That's where you're wrong, evil-doer! We will stop you using the powers of–
Howl: Friendship!
Belsan: Harmony!
Madhead: Incredible violence.
Nova: And love!
Madhead: I think I'm getting better at this. I didn't even stab him.
Howl: And we are so proud of you. No-Stabbing Wednesdays. New tradition.
Bruiser, pushing on a pull door: It's not opening!
Viere, filming her: You just need to push harder!
Belsan: What is Kelli to you?
Aid: Kelli… she's the reason I wake up in the morning.
Belsan: Awe, how sweet.
Aid: Hahah, yeah…
[earlier that morning]
Kelli, kicking open Aid's bedroom door while Monah is screaming downstairs: AID! AID! AID WAKE UP! WAKE UP! THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE AGAIN!
Monah: I'm going to laminate you.
Viere: Do it slut.
Kelli: This is the strangest possible exchange I have ever seen.
Viere: Imprison me in plastic you coward.
Connak: You were happy once, you know.
Nova: I was never happy. I was just less pissed off.
Belsan: I can't seem to do anything right now.
Howl: Mhmm. I never thought I'd have to say this, but there is only space in this family for one unstable sibling, and I have held that title for a very long time, so you are going to have to get it together.
Madhead: I've learned some valuable lessons from this.
Ronald: I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions of the lessons you should have taken away.
Madhead: Death isn't real and I'm god.
Aid: You three are being sent out on a mission. Make sure it's successful, you guys haven't had the best winning streak this last month, so come up with a new strategy.
Kelli: We could stay sober?
Monah: No, we tried that once.
Viere: And it SUCKED.