Questionable Content

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

"Pintsize: I CAN FACILITATE THAT"

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

"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."

"May: What the fuck just happened"

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

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

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

"May: I'd settle for this body but with bigger tits."

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

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

"Clinton: I-- I mean, my exams are obviously lower-stakes than yours. If I had my whole future riding on them like you do, I'm sure I'd be freaking out too."

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

"Aurelia: I'm going to wait until I know you're having a nice time. I'm your mother first, your tetrahydrocannabinol tour guide second."

"Aurelia: THE COSMOS HAS BESTOWED A GOOD BOY UPON US"

"Tai [on the phone with Dora]: Hey babe. Claire and her mom got way too stoned and a random borzoi wandered into the house and we need an adult. Yeah that's pretty much how I expected today to go too."

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

"Roko: I didn't think the sign was a law!"

"Bubbles: I am calling the police on this conversation."

"Dora: Just manhandling each other in my shop, huh? This is what we do, now?"

"Lemon: You've had a slight accident, and I'm here to help you."

"Roko: Oh no. No no no no. My body, please tell me my body is -"

"Lemon: You stepped onto the sidewalk just as Crushbot slipped on a misdelivered crate of bananas. Crushbot fell on you. Crushbot weighs several tons. Bubbles was able to lift Crushbot off of you, but the damage had already been done. I'm very sorry to tell you, but your body is completely unrecoverable."

"Lemon: You know, Melon came here as soon as she heard. She's refused to leave your side ever since."

"Lemon: Yes. She's singing to you, too. "For comfort," she says. Apparently the only song she knows is "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star." She has sung it 1257 times in a row now."

"Faye: Should we get her, like, a gift or something? What says "I'm sorry your entire body got crushed?""

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

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

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

"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."

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

"Faye: Try to remember us little people when you're doing diamond-encrusted sprays on your yacht in the Mediterranean."

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

"Faye: What lesson did you learn?"

"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: 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..."

"Brun: It's okay. I don't mind begging. You always say yes."

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

"Pintsize: please make her stop"

"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-"

"Faye: Holy shit"

"Pintsize: YOU DOPES DONE FUCKIN' YET OR WHAT"

"Tai: Aw dang, the party supply store is closed. Where am I s'posed to get confetti?"

"Marten: Welp, RIP buddy."