"Claire: My dream would be to find something around here, or close enough that I could commute. But if I'm smart, I'll apply to every position I'm qualified for. So there's a possibility that I'll get offered a job in, like, Fucksburg, Montana. Then I'd have to decide if I was willing to move. And... and I guess we'd have to have a serious conversation about whether you wanted to come with me."

"Dora: Don't count your sailors before they've disembarked, hon."

"Nelson: Oh, sure. I keep the PDF reader in the supply closet, next to the abacus and Sanskrit-to-Ancient-Greek dictionary."

"Faye: Also, you're super fuckin' hot, and it feels so good to be able to say that now."

"Bubbles: At the risk of sounding crass, I would cause widespread property damage for that booty."

"Tai: My ship is coming in"

"Faye: What lesson did you learn?"

"Marten: They're definitely picking out wedding outfits, right Faye?"

"Jeremy: I have made a contribution. And please tell Bubbles that should she ever want to step in the ring for some legally sanctioned robot martial arts, she is always welcome."

"Faye: Now I know Marty and Dora will be chill about this, but everybody else... there's a non-zero chance there'll be screaming and confetti."

"Renee: I feel like a lotta robots are sort of... not sure how to be people, so they're making it up as they go."

"Roko: Oh, did you want your case handled in an endearingly incompetent fashion? Because we can turn around--"

"Marten: I'd donate a kidney if it meant I never had to look at an Excel file for the rest of my life."

"Clinton: I know that face. That's your "screaming internally" face."

"Elliot: I think I need to take a sick day. If I try to bake in this state everyone will be able to taste the sadness."

"Marten: Okay, at the risk of derailing this conversation, I would totally move to a town called Fucksburg."

"Renee: I just listened to that episode! I should've guessed you were "DTF (the D Stands For Dough!)""

"Marten: Can I offer one piece of advice?"

"Roko: Thanks. It's really... fulfilling."

"Faye: Yeah, sure."

"Marten: Fuckin' go for it, buddy."

"Marten: Don't take this the wrong way, but I've seen how you and Bubbles are around each other. I've basically been waiting for it to come up."

"May: I don't see any strippers. Must not be a very good surprise."

"Emily: I'm not, I just got bored and wandered into a random class in the biology building."

"Lemon: Hello, I'm Lemon! Licensed AI counselor, therapist, and motivational speaker. I'm here to assist you in the transfer from your old body to your new--"

"Claire: Ah, that's much more on-brand for you."

"Lemon: Certainly! Do you have any questions or concerns regarding the process?"

"Dora: Okay sweetie, don't panic. Take a seat and I'll make you some tea."

"Hannelore: Marigold! Hello! Can I call you back in a few minutes? I'm almost done brushing Mr. Snuffles. He's some sort of yak, I think. No, you have good timing. It's my turn to shovel out the latrine later and I'll be too hoarse from screaming to talk afterward."

"Tai [down on one knee]: I... I... I don't have a ring, but... Dora, will you -"

"May: aaaaaAAAAAA"

"Faye: Yeah, I bolted on some handlebars and that old Chevy engine we found out back."

"Bubbles: That is almost certainly not street-legal."

"Faye: God, you're fuckin' funny when you wanna be."

"May [bonking her old body on top of the head with a closed fist]: Ahahaha NAHHH, fuck this shitty trash heap. I hope it gets recycled into a fuckin' bed pan."

"Bubbles: Were you able to repair it?"

"Dora [on the phone]: Hey babe- code 3. Yeah. Bubbles is here at the shop. Cool. See you soon."

"Dora: oh my god"

"Claire: What!!! I wanna get high with mom! Actually, no I don't. The one time I smoked pot it gave me a panic attack."

"Claire: I didn't know you were studying ornithology."

"Faye: Did I tell ya that lil' weirdo Melon brought in a vibrator the other day? She thought it was a busted robot dick."

"Dora: It's just a business. I can rebuild it. Love is more important."

"Faye: May? Damn girl, lookin'--"

"Clinton: I'm not drunk enough for this. Or sober enough."

"Aurelia: Oh no! Were you hoping to "hook up" with her tonight? Did I "cock block" you?"