Questionable Content

"Roko: This is ridiculous."

"Roko: Good lord, I can't even have a dream without getting into an argument with myself."

"Beepatrice: I think your past experience as a police officer is... coloring your approach."

"Roko: Oh what, like being an agent of the state conditioned me to treat any potential conflict as a cops versus robbers situation instead of two adults trying to come to an agreement, and I'm deflecting my anxiety over this meeting by regressing to that mindset?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Roko: Your friends call you that?"

"Faye: Welp, only one thing we can do, then."

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

"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"."

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

"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."

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

"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."

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

"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.""

"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."

"May: What the fuck just happened"

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

"Faye: Oh, Good."

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

"Faye: What lesson did you learn?"

"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: Children are easily manipulated."

"Pintsize: I CAN FACILITATE THAT"

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

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

"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?"

"Bubbles: I shall hope against it."

"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: 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."