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Lance: Failure is not an option.

Lance, aiming his gun at a cat: Tell me the name of god you feline piece of shit.

lance: [raising his arm to cover up the "s" in shoes so it says "hoes]

matt: [on the phone] yo im here open up

Natalie: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Lance?

Anna: Matt and I slept together.

Annabelle: Whoa, you’re being a little-

Annabelle: I pranked him to death, with a tire iron~! -w-

Lance: Please. Picking locks is my specialty.

Dark Anna, reading a fortune cookie: "If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world stays the same." Huh.

Matteus: Annabelle’s at that very special age where she only has one thing on her mind.

Matt: Wow Lance, you’re really handsome!