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Diantha: That is low, even for you. Malva: Aww… You know nothing’s too low for me.

Lysandre: I got you a Valentine's Day card! Sycamore: I got you one too. Lysandre: This is a restraining order. Sycamore: Lysandre: Sycamore: Go. Away.

Calem, after convincing Serena to break into Lysandre Café with him: Hey, thanks for doing this. Serena: Yeah, why pass up the opportunity to go to prison.

Wikstrom, starting to take his shirt off: uh, do you mind? Siebold, watching: absolutely not, go on

Sycamore: I knew it! I knew it! I knew something was off. I felt it in my gut, and it wasn't my base-level anxiety, 'cause it was a little bit to the left.

Emma: Please let me go. I’m just a sweet little girl who got caught up with the wrong crowd. Looker: How did you get out of the handcuffs?! Emma: Ah, just a trick I learned in juvie.

Serena: I don't even want love that bad. Serena: (vibrating with desire)

Lysandre: Wanna be my boyfriend? Diantha: im a gay woman and im married Diantha: lol Lysandre: You need a third one? Diantha: nope we're good Lysandre: Damn Lysandre: Please Lysandre: I'll be your butler Diantha: girl what

Malva: You as a person were designed to piss me off. Shauna: It's good to have a purpose!

Grant: Do you think that maybe you're feeling, I don't know, a little guilty? Valerie: What's guilty? Grant: When you feel bad about what you've done. Valerie: That's not a thing!

Serena: I love sitting in my room... Alone... A girl in her cave, scheming and plotting and drinking tea...

Ramos: When are you free? AZ: I am forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so I will never truly be free. AZ: But I don’t have any plans next week if that works for you?

Xerosic: I think I'm forgetting something. Emma: Morals, maybe? Xerosic: No, it's something important.

Olympia: Don't care, didn't ask, plus you can't even comprehend the horrors I'm about to summon.

Sycamore: *one single bloodcurdling agonized scream* Sycamore: ok time to lock in

Lysandre: Babe, are you okay? You're not acting like the romanticized version of you that I imagined

Valerie: I suffer every day for what. Girlish whimsy. Siebold: You have something much more sinister going on.