Weiss: Ew. Are you flirting?
Ruby: No... Unless it's working.
Weiss: No! You look like Hannibal Lecter trying to take a shit.
--
Yang: I just think that, for 5 bucks, they could blend a little bit better so I don't get strawberry lumps stuck in my straw.
Weiss: Hey, that'd be a cool name for a band.
Yang: "Stuck In My Straw"?
Weiss: "Strawberry Lumps".
Yang: Better.
--
Ruby: I said I wasn't gonna cry...
Blake: But you're not crying.
Ruby: I know. It's called strength.
--
Ruby: [playing with someone else's house phone]
Weiss: What are you doing?
Ruby: It says "do not dial 9".
Weiss:
Ruby: So, I dialed 9.
--
Blake: What's your name?
Ruby, whispering to Weiss: Can I tell them my real name?
Weiss: No!
Ruby: I'm... Weiss Schnee.
Weiss, whispering to themselves: The ONE TIME she gets my last name right...
--
Yang: My skull feels a little sore.
Ruby, pretending to be their nurse: Ah, yes. That's because your head was impacted by the verdiginal... oompa-loompa.
Yang:
Yang: Oh my, that sounds serious.
Ruby: Thank you.
--
Ruby: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
Blake: How am I supposed to know?
Weiss: You say, as if we don't use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Blake: [sighs]
Blake: You wouldn't be trapped.
--
Yang: It's not my fault!
Blake: Then whose fault is it?
Yang: Mine!
--
Weiss: Start talking!
Ruby: Well, I-
Weiss: Shut up!
--
Weiss: You were supposed to be here at 7!
Ruby: OH! One time, when I was 7, I was at the beach and I made a sand castle and I called it "Ruby's Castle".
Weiss:
Yang: True story.
--
Yang: [walks out of their room to go downstairs to have lunch]
*smooth criminal starts playing*
Yang: [immediately walks back into their room]