Questionable Content

"Roko: You can call me Roko, if you want."

"Faye: I was gonna say 'have sex right here and now to distract ourselves from work stress,' but if you'd rather buy some Google ads..."

"Marigold: Would that be... bad?"

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

"Momo: If your friend were the forbearing sort, they might point out that knowledge and experience are two different things. If they were like May, they might throw the book at your head. It turns out I am bad at dodging books."

"Faye: What lesson did you learn?"

"Faye: That's a concrete saw, and I'm still not clear on how you use one to do robot repairs."

"Bubbles: Children are easily manipulated."

"Dale: I'll be under the counter until you're done antagonizing a cop."

"Bubbles: Suddenly I find my priorities have shifted."

"Faye: Uh, did you ever have to actually do that?"

"Clinton: I can't even have a simple conversation about raisins without showing my entire privileged upper-middle-class ass. Nice. Love it."

"Bubbles: In an operational environment, no. As a party trick, twice."

"Faye: Holy shit"

"Brun: I'm confused. How did we go from talking about jobs to self-mutilation?"

"Bubbles: Ah. Performative hazing. I am familiar with this tactic. By purposefully acting in an offensive manner, you hope to mitigate your own discomfort with the situation, and insulate yourself from any repercussions by claiming it is done in jest. Such behavior indicates a deep-seated anxiety about the present situation, a fear of the kind of intimacy on display. A belief that you are unworthy of such intimacy yourself. Are you truly so devoid of self-esteem that you must resort to such immature distancing behavior? I pity you, and I pity the fact that my expression of pity will only reinforce the self-loathing you pretend you do not feel-"

"Marten: Welp, RIP buddy."

"Pintsize: please make her stop"

"Elliot: Are you telling me the only thing keeping AIs from exterminating us is good janitorial service?"

"Faye: You gave me permanent sex hair"

"Bubbles: I shall hope against it."

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

"Clinton: Well, not the only thing. They also like some of our sitcoms."

"Brun: Do you need someone to kill your father? I know how to make it look like a harpoon accident."

"Brun: That's sarcasm. I'm getting the hang of you."

"Bubbles: I can disassemble a nuclear warhead with a pair of scissors. Cutting my own hair is trivial."

"Bubbles: And contact us if your radar array needs repairs, or if you would like to install a deck gun."

"Samantha: I don't know what that is but I wanna learn how to use it"

"Bubbles: In the hands of a skilled operator, it is truly the Swiss army knife of power tools."

"Bubbles: There is no need for self-flagellation. Sam suffered no permanent harm, our relationship with her remains intact, and we have all learned useful lessons today."

"Faye: Oh, Good."

"Claire: You're willing to sell your blood, but the thought of opening a spreadsheet fills you with dread."

"Pintsize: I CAN FACILITATE THAT"

"Momo: Imagine one of your human friends spent time in prison, and when they were released, you said "I read a book about prison, so I understand what you have been through.""

"May: Look, it sucks you're having an existential crisis or something, but don't quit your job just 'cause I fuckin' hate cops. I mean, actually do quit your job just 'cause I hate cops, that'd be hilarious. But whatever."

"Roko: Heh. You know what? Screw it. I'll be a... a social worker, or sell yarn, or something. Something that makes me feel good. Thank you, May."

"May: Dammit Basilisk, this is a real apology, not a "please don't tell my parole officer" apology."

"Roko: Even if I wanted to report you, "May was so mean to me I considered quitting my job" would get me laughed out of the building."

"May: May. Although I also answer to "hey fucker" and "god damn it"."

"Roko: Your friends call you that?"

"Roko: You wanted to be a fighter jet, but now you're concerned about your bust size?"

"May: If I can't have a bomb rack I should at least have a bomb rack, know what I'm sayin'?"

"Claire: Pintsize taught me that I need to be more willing to talk about this stuff so let me just say that you are not helping, you dickbat."

"Claire: You go first. Show me how it's done."

"Tai: Put on your safari hat, kid, 'cuz I'm taking you upriver."

"Claire: MY MOTHER HAS DOG SUMMONING POWERS"

"Roko: It's funny, I was actually sitting here in that big chair, feeling sorry for myself, when May - you know May, right? Anyway, she started talking back to me. Said I should just quit if I feel like I suck at my job. And it was like someone opened a skylight in my mind. Suddenly there was light again. Anyway, May apologized for mouthing off, and I took that to mean she was worried I'd fuck her over, and it was just like... shit. I work with cops who absolutely would've retaliated for her speaking her mind. That was the last straw. I quit the second I got back to the station."

"Bubbles: Let us rewind a little. You were sitting in my chair?"

"Bubbles: Speaking of who and where I am today, Faye is my girlfriend now. We are a couple."

"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."