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.
