Elizabeth: *nudges Michael at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Michael? Wake up, Michael! Listen! They're sexless!
Michael: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.
Michael: We'll talk about this later.
Elizabeth: Fine, I won't be listening.
Michael: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.
Peter: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?
prancis: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It's 2am!
Peter: Mean.
Peter, wearing shades: Rule one of destroying the world.
Peter: *does finger guns* You gotta look good while doing it.
Peter: We always used to do the Wordle rather than take notes in class.
Peter: To stop us the teacher would always threaten to tell us the answer if we didn't pay attention.
Michael : Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all?
prancis: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.
Michael : Priest kink is definitely a thing and I am afflicted by it.
prancis: Go to church.
prancis: WAIT—
Michael : When do you usually go to sleep?
prancis: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.
Michael : At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent.
Peter: My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.
Peter: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.
Peter: And I started thinking.
Peter: Like, it was just trying to get food.
Peter: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?
Michael : Are you ok?
Peter: Do you want some tea?
Michael : What are the options?
Peter: Yes or no.
Elizabeth : Someone will die...
Peter: Of fun!
Elizabeth : OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE!
Peter: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!
Peter: Hey, wanna help me commit arson?
Elizabeth : What the hell!?
Peter: Oh, sorry, my bad.
Peter, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?
Elizabeth , whispering: Of course. What do you need?
Elizabeth : I'm gonna nickname my child "Lil Bitch".
prancis: I see you're passing on your name.
prancis is reading a Clifford The Big Red Dog book*
Elizabeth , watching: How did he get to be so big? Do they ever explain that?
prancis: Well, Emily's love for him grew, and so did he.
Elizabeth : Well, your dog is pretty small. Guess that says something about you, huh?
prancis, angrily shutting their book: YOU'RE SMALL! WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS?!?!
prancis: They say that the most valuable things cost nothing.
Elizabeth : They also say that being cheap is an annoying trait, so don't overuse that excuse.