Incorrect Journey to the West

Erlang Shen: Sergeant sad eyes reporting for misery.

SunWukong: I have locked Bajie in a cage designed by his own art. Oh, they have been well and truly hoist by their own petard. BaiLongma: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that. SunWukong: I’m blackmailing him. ShaWujing: Oh, happy days.

SunWukong: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE! ZhuBajie: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

Golden Cicada: Why are you doing this? Yellow Brow: Same reason I do everything. To get somebody to like me.

Ananda talking to Guanyin: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars. Ananda, gestures to Golden Cicada and Sun Wukong arguing: And yet these idiots do it daily, for free!

ZhuBajie: You consider me your brother? ShaWujing: Yeah. What else would I consider you? ZhuBajie: I don't know. An embarrassment? A way to rebel against your father? A desperate cry for help? The list is endless.

Not sure if you usually get asks like this here, do you know if there’s a canon height for Wukong anywhere

*During a game of Hangman* Golden Cicada: Nope, there’s no Q. You lose. Zhenyuan Daxian: Are you kidding me?! You can still add something! Golden Cicada: I already added a belt, four earrings and an extra arm! YOU LOSE!

Sun Wukong: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

Tripitaka: You want some leftovers? Zhu Bajie: What are those? Sun Wukong: You've never had leftovers before? Zhu Bajie: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

Golden Cicada: Ooh, somebody has a crush Erlang Shen: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on the great sage. I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about him. *Later that night* Erlang Shen, in bed very much awake: Uh oh.

Golden Cicada: Why are you drinking? Erlang Shen: I drink when I'm depressed. Golden Cicada: But you're always drinking? Erlang Shen: *smug grin*

Regular Cicada's: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say! Golden Cicada: You should say something else.

Tripitaka, putting their hands over Sum Wukong's eyes: Guess who! Sun Wukong: It's either my shifu or the cold, clammy hands of death. Tripitaka, putting their hands away: It's Shifu! Sun Wukong: Dammit.

Erlang Shen: Holy shit, Golden Cicada, do you know what this means?! Golden Cicada: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.

Golden Cicada: You know how some people consider “may you have an interesting life” to be a curse? Tripitaka: Yes…? Golden Cicada: Fuck those people. Wanna have an adventure?