it's gay demons, jim

Dr. Iplier: A sign of premature death, I'm sure.

Dark: No, I'm expensive.

Anti: and I said no, you know, like a liar.

Chase: BIBLE! WRAPPED AROUND THE BIBLE. PRAISE THE LORD, AMEN!

Wilford, in a shocked voice: And?!

Dark: By you!

Anti, putting both straws in his mouth: Watch how fast I can drink this.

Dark, touching his hair: He thinks it's fancy?

Dark: *sparks coming from his palms* Don't lay a hand on him if you ever want to have a peaceful afterlife.

Anti: It's a box of cats!

Anti: Yes.

Wilford: Congratulations! You're officially the last person to figure it out.

Dark: I can't believe I married you.

Anti: Except you, Dark, my dear, you're a gem and we're very happy to have you here with us.

Anti: That's how I felt when Dark walked in.

Anti: Oh no, he's fine, he's at my place right now. I just wanted you to look at him like isn't he perfect? I love him so much and- Chase, stop walking away from me! I want to tell you about Dark!