Sophie: If you die while making food in a slow cooker, whoever finds your body will have a nice warm meal waiting for them.
Keefe: They can also eat whatever is i the slow cooker too.
Sophie: Before was was was, was was is.
Dex: *takes notes*
Linh: Are Medusa's leg hairs tiny snakes?
Fitz: Now we're asking the real questions.
Linh: Everything in the world is either a potato or not a potato.
Tam: And this, sister, is the real reason we were banished.
Biana: Thanks to the word "indescribable" there is nothing that cannot be described.
Dex: The panic I felt after hearing that.
Sophie: We eat pizza inside out.
Dex: What's pizza?
Sophie: *takes a deep breath in*
Sophie: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Alvar: Watering water makes it grow.
Ruy: I- wha-
Mr Forkle: If you're born deaf, what language do you think in?
Sophie: Our lives are just twenty six letters of the alphabet arranged in different orders.
Dex: Pfftt, our lives are people staring at dead wood and hallucinating.
Umber: Reading under a tree is so relaxing, but imagine how stressful it would be for the tree to see it's dead friends or relatives.
Fintan:
Trix: Oof, think about campfires.
Gisela: GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!
Keefe: Wait, the Neverseen celebrate birthdays?
Umber: Birthdays are really Satanic rituals about chanting around a flaming object that represents the years taken off of your life, upon which the flames are blown out and a knife is stabbed through it.
Glimmer: And Fintan likes cake.
Umber: Yeah, that too.