Vesta: This isn't how I raised you.
Atlas: Funny, I wasn't aware that you raised me at all.
Iantis: You hear that?
Hinalea: I hear YOU. And I wish I don't.
Deus: We gotta have each other's backs.
Viis: You saying you have my back?
Deus: Yeah, I got your back. Don't smirk, I still hate you.
Viis: I thought we were having a moment.
Deus: Moment's over. Shut up.
Nine: It's the best book I've ever read. And I've read fifteen books.
Sita: Fifty isn't that many— wait, did you say fifteen?
Hinalea, about her and Lato: We make a cute couple, don't we?
Sands: You guys are certainly standing next to each other.
Nine: Name one time I haven't acted professional.
Sita: You're holding a juice box right now!
Nine: It's to stop me from spilling my juice.
Hinalea: Remember when Lato made that romantic dinner for me?
Iantis: He microwaved you a pizza.
Sands: Nine, I want to give you some advice.
Nine: Right, okay!
Sands: If a door ever says 'push', you pull. It's not directions, it's a challenge.
Nine: How do you tell someone their breath stinks without being rude?
Sands: I'm bored, let's drink some mouthwash.
Nine: I hate when the scientists back at the lab left a '?' on my report papers.
Nine: Like, dude, I didn't know what was going on either.
*Fighting Deus at Yellowjacket Gala*
Iantis: Can this guy even be stopped!?
Sands: Short answer? No.
Iantis: What's the long answer?
Sands: Definitely not.
Therapist: Would you say you're an independent person?
Nine: *looks over to Atlas*
Atlas: *nods*
Nine: Yes, yes I am.
Viis: Don't you wanna be happy?
Deus: I don't know. What's it like?
Iantis: How would you like your coffee?
Nine: As dark and bitter as my soul.
Iantis: You need caffeine, I can't just give you a glass of milk.
Nine: If you think about it, isn't holding your breath while hiccuping kinda like turning your lungs on and off?
Sita: ... Why are you like this?
Viis: Allow me to offer you some friendly advice.
Deus: I don't need your shitty help.
Viis: Consider it unfriendly advice then, asshole.
Rosco, about a patient: We mcfreakin' lost her, Doc.
Viis: WELL GET HER BACK, MCDAMMIT!
Rosco: You don't mcunderstand, she mcexploded.
Viis: Oh mcfuck.
Deus: Affection? Never heard of her.
Fyra: You literally have your arm around my shoulders right now.
Deus: Don't correct me.
Viis: Don't be incorrect.
Viis, about Atlas: He knocked that smug look off my face. But luckily, I was wearing a second, smug look underneath.
Hades: Birth certificates are just receipts for human beings.
Orion: How and where can I return myself?
Viis: If you're fortunate enough, your internal organs will spend their entire lifespan in darkness.
Nine: Not if I swallow this glow stick!
Nine: Don't let Sita fool you, she's not that scary, she used to do ballet.
Sita: Which gave me the physical skills I need to strangle people with my feet.
Viis: Deus, you're bleeding out. You'll need a blood transfusion. What's your blood type?
Deus: B Positive.
Viis: I'm trying to, but you're really bleeding a lot. This isn't the time for your stupid puns.
Deus: ...
Deus: If you could bring any weapon to a fight, what would you bring?
Viis: A whip.
Deus: A whip isn't practical.
Viis: It's multipurpose and easier to get than a gun.
Deus: So is a knife, only less kinky.
Iantis: I'm worried about Nine, I think we might need to take him to a therapist or something...
Sands: What do you mean?
Nine, from the kitchen: Ravioli, ravioli, give me the serotoni—
Fyra: You can't just pick whose opinions you think are valid based on convenience.
Viis: Sure I can.
Viis: There's no law stopping me.
Deus, about Viis: Is there any way we can get rid of him?
Fyra: Not without cause, Deus.
Deus: I have a cause, and it's because I hate him!
Deus, eating pizza: Why does crushed red pepper make everything better?
Fyra: Everything?
Deus: Fyra—
Fyra, holding back tears: *dumps crushed red pepper on herself* Am I better now?
Deus, also trying not to cry: Bitch— we talked about this.
Nine: On all levels except physical, I am a puppy.
Nine: *puppy noises*