Hunter: Luz... why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Luz: Your text told me to satanize the house.

Hunter:

Hunter: I wrote sanatize, Luz.


Hunter: This is such a bad idea.

Luz: Then why are you coming along?

Hunter: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitable goes wrong.


Hunter: Here's some advice.

Luz: I didn't ask for any.

Hunter: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me.


Hunter: You are my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Flapjack: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Hunter: Absolutely not.


Hunter: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and anxiety. I'll wait.

Flapjack: You and me!

Hunter *Tearing up*: Okay.


Hunter: This is bothering me.

Flapjack: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Hunter: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for course, actually.