Questionable Content

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

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

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

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

"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: 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: What lesson did you learn?"

"Pintsize: please make her stop"

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

"Marten: Welp, RIP buddy."

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

"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-"

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

"Faye: Holy shit"

"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."

"Faye: You gave me permanent sex hair"

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

"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.""

"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."

"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'?"

"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..."

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

"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."

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

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

"Roko: Sorry, sorry. I'm happy for you, but I had you classified as a big scary hardass and all of a sudden you're a huge squishy teddy bear, and it's taking me a minute."

"Bubbles: I take offense to that. I am not squishy."

"Bubbles: This is, apparently, what we do now."

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

"Lemon: Let's approach the subject of your body obliquely, okay? For instance, it says in your file that you're a bread enthusiast. How do you feel about pancakes? Or, um, crepes?"

"Lemon: It was an accident, and Crushbot has been forthright, contrite, and cooperative. Crushbot also has a very robust insurance policy, probably because Crushbot's name and occupation are "Crushbot"."

"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."

"Bubbles: I shall hope against it."