Evan☆

Nathan: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk? Ben, sighing: Esther. Esther: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die. Abaddon, wiping away a tear: So inspirational.

Laszlo: Nandor, we tried things your way. Nandor: No, we didn't. Laszlo: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Tim: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

Peter: *standing on a balcony and sneezes* Miles: *standing on the roof* Bless you. Peter: God?!

Hannibal, on the phone: What's up, Will? Will: I'm sitting in a pool of blood. Hannibal: ...Um, is it your blood? Will: I think so. Hannibal: Do you know where the blood is coming from? Will: Probably the stab wound. Hannibal: You've been stabbed?! Will: Oh, yeah, definitely.

Nandor: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Guillermo: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Nandor: Not when you’re playing with Colin Robinson, it’s not. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”