Yang: Hey, can you hold this for me?
Blake: This is your arm...
Yang: Yeah.
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Weiss: When I first met you, I did not like you.
Ruby: I'm aware of that.
Weiss: But then you and I spent some time together.
Ruby: And?
Weiss: It did not get better.
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Yang: What's your biggest fear?
Blake: Being forgotten.
Yang: Wow, that's deep.
Yang: Mine's the Kool-Aid Man but I feel kinda stupid about it now.
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Yang: Behave yourself or Santa's going to castrate you for Christmas.
Ruby:
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Yang: Don't worry, you've got everything you need to defeat them.
Blake: The power to believe in myself?
Yang: No, a knife.
Yang: Stab them.
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Yang: This is cool, but you know what would be cooler?
Weiss: What?
Yang: Death.
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Weiss: It was difficult, so you've just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying?
Blake: Exactly.
Blake, to Ruby: I told you they'd understand.
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Yang: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.
Blake: But are you shuffling?
Yang: Everyday.
Weiss: What language are you two speaking??
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Yang: What are you talking about? You love it here.
Weiss: I'm not sure I do. I think I just developed Stockholm Syndrome.
Ruby: Catch yourself on, you've never even been to Switzerland.
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Yang: Blake had the best eyebrows in town back in her day. Isn't that right, Weiss?
Weiss: I've no time for Blake. The woman abandoned her own wain, Yang. She always was one cold, self-serving, wee madam.
Yang: I'm not talking about her. I'm talking about her eyebrows. Blake and her eyebrows are two separate entities.
Weiss: All right, don't be getting worked up.
Yang, visibly distressed: I just think you should be able to compliment a woman's eyebrows without having her personality dragged into it.
Weiss, admittedly: Fine! Her eyebrows were exceptional.
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Ruby: What do we think of Yang?
[pause]
Blake: [sighs] A nice girl-
Weiss: I think she's gay.
Blake:
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Yang: Whatcha hunting?
Ruby: Jesus freaks.
Yang: Didn't know they were in season.
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Ruby, shouting at Weiss: YOU DIE WHEN I KILL YOU!
