Blitz: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

Loona: I've been described as a 'heartless villain' and a 'little shit', but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun'.

The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*

Moxxie : Rude.

Blitz: That's fair.

Loona: Not again.

Millie: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

Moxxie : Though I admit I don't know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck.

Blitz: Who told you my secret?

Blitz: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

Fizzerolli: What the hell is wrong with you?

Blitz: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I'm better than everyone else.

Blitz: Hey, I'm getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Fizzerolli: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

Blitz: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Fizzerolli: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Blitz: I—

Blitz: I don't know the correct answer to that question.

Fizzerolli: It doesn't have a bone.

Blitz: Then why is it called a boner?

Blitz, barging in: Syphilis!

Fizzerolli:

Blitz:

Fizzerolli: Pardon?

Fizzerolli: What's your body count?

Blitz: Do you mean sex or murder?

Fizzerolli: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Blitz: Which one? I can't do both.

Loona : How would you like your coffee?

Octavia: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Loona , shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Loona : Octavia, what do you call people you go out with but don't try to sleep with?

Octavia: ...People?

Octavia: I'm genuinely surprised you haven't gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet.

Loona : Nat 20 Charisma.

Octavia: That is NOT how that works-

Octavia: Is… Is that meant to be on fire?

Loona : No… not really.

Octavia: Are you going to do something about it?

Loona : Hm… nah.

Octavia: You're drunk.

Loona : Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Octavia.

Bee: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Vortex: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Bee: Goodnight to the love of my life, Vortex, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Bee: Why don't you go talk to them?

Vortex, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Bee: What? So you go tell them they're cute, what's the worst that could happen?

Vortex: They could hear me.

Bee: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Vortex: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Bee: That one. I want that one.

Bee: Talk dirty to me~

Vortex: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Bee: Wha-

Vortex: The economy is in shambles.

Vortex: The stars are so beautiful...

Bee: They're just giant balls of gas.

Vortex: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Bee: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Vortex: Oh...

Vortex: Sorry I'm late, I was doing things.

Bee: Hi, I'm 'things'.

Bee: Well, Vortex and I finally did it!

The rest of the deadly sins: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Bee: That's right... We kissed!