Norman: (at the chess finals)
Catra: SCUMBAG!
Norman: (Raises the gun)
Norman: Now boyo. If I were you. I wouldn't do that. And if I would betray my family. I would be killed.
Norman: Do you think everything has to end like this?
Catra: NO!
Norman: Then Historia got beaten by me in chess. I say ENOUGH!
Norman: WHAT I DO! I DO FOR GAMEHOUSE! (Makes a move on Catra) Your move!
Daniel Dandon: Now you call yourself. The family tradition is it not.
Norman: (At a chess tournament after catra wins) (Flips the table) You need to understand what all video games say. THIS ISN'T A GAME!
Norman: (Raises a gun)
Norman: HANDS IN THE AIR!
Catra: HELL NO DETECTIVE!
Norman: I SEE THE WORLD AS IT IS! BUT NOT AS I WISHED IT WOULD BE! NOW WE HAVE EVERYTHING! AND THIS WORLD WILL BURN AND KNEEL BEFORE IT'S TRUE GOD! LET ME SEE IF I CAN GREASE THE WHEEL OF THAT 30 dollar decision.
Norman: Make a choice Boyo. Left or right.
Eddie: You can't do this to me! YOU SON OF A BITCH! (Gets shot)
Peevish: Oh. That one got wet.
Frank: You did what you had to do Catra. You showed these guys who they just fucked with.
Bragg: Shut your ugly mouth you fucking corpse.
Norman: WHAT WAS YOUR MISSION IN TEKKEN 8 AND IN BATTLEFIELD 3 AND IN Like a Dragon Infinite Wealth? I WON'T ASK AGAIN! THIS FANFIC BELONGS TO US! THE FBI!
Norman: THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS BOYS! TAKE HER OUT! NOW!
Catra: FOR TAMMY METZLER YOU FUCK!
Norman: AND IF IT GETS TOO HOT IN THE GAMEHOUSE KITCHEN DIE!
Norman: YOU ARE NOT BEATING ME IN CHESS UNTIL YOU TRULY UNDERSTAND!
Norman: You and Solomon. YOU HOLD THEM BACK!
Norman: TAKE THEM ALL! THEY MUST NOT GET THE BOMB!
Norman: (Gets defeated) (Summons the casual puzzles) (SCREAMING)
Norman: (Transforms)
Norman: I USED YOU LIKE A TOOL AND KYLE AS WELL IN THIS FANFIC! NOW YOUR WORTHLESS!
Norman: LIE DOWN AND ACCEPT WHAT'S COMING FOR YOU!
Norman: THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END!
Norman: (Gets defeated)
Norman: BEATEN BY EXPENSIVE GAMES THAT LEAK GAMEHOUSE'S ACTIONS! YOU INSIGNFICANT FUCK! THIS IS NOT OVER!
Norman: (Vanishes) MAY YOUR EXPENSIVE WOES BE MANY AND YOUR DAYS FEW!
Catra: FUCK!
FBI officers: HANDS IN THE AIR! THIS FANFIC IS SEIZED BY NORMAN! SHUT IT DOWN! SHUT EVERYTHING DOWN! BURN EVERY EVIDENCE!
Norman: (Sees the fire blocking the animatronics) WE WILL SEE WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH! RETREAT!
Norman: THE FANFIC BELONGS! TO US!
Norman: (Gets shot and attacked and defeated)
Catra: (Screams as she wins)