Redwall, HTTYD, Miraculous Ladybug/Chat Noir, etc.

Matthias: How can you tell if someone is flirting with you? Cornflower: They touch you a lot while talking. Matthias: That never happens. Cornflower: *brushes his arm* I’m sure it does! Matthias: I can’t think of a single time that’s ever happened.

Matthias: Hey, I have to ask you a question. Will you be my valentine? Cornflower: We're married. Matthias: But will you?

Mattimeo: Thanks for the ride, Mum. Cornflower: Have fun, guys! I'll just be here listening to my tunes! [heavy death metal music starts playing as Cornflower looks at peace]

Dotti: What do we have to eat? Brocktree: What don't we have? We got your cold pizza, cold burgers, cold tacos... Dotti: What do we have that's warm? Brocktree: Ice cream. Dotti: Cool. I'll drink it.

[Brome finds Felldoh sleeping in a dresser drawer] Brome: What are you doing in there? You have a bed to sleep in now. Felldoh: Like I'm gonna sleep in the thing people use to give birth and die in, sometimes simultaneously! Brome: Wow. Grim.

Zwilt: Notice to all our horde beasts: it's NOT a secret base if you KEEP TELLING PEOPLE WHERE IT IS.

Matthias: i'm not sure what Matti did in this room, but based on the debris pattern I'd say he ritually sacrificed a chocolate donut

Martin: I think I might have some mild trauma Log-a-log: You think? Dinny: Might have?! Gonff: MILD?!?!

Rose: Actually no, we're not "dating". We're bound together for infinity. Like the stars. So, fuck you, actually

Scarum: Who would you swipe right for, Me or Kroova? Triss: I would delete the app.

Constance: I'm a pacifist. You mess with me, Imma pass-a-fist across your face.

Lady Amber: She blackmailed me. It's kind of hard to get over being blackmailed. Skipper: You know, she's not wrong. I haven't spoken to my blackmailer in two years. Do I miss my brother? Yeah, every day.

Dann: I called you like ten times. Why didn’t you pick up? [earlier] Song: *dancing to the ringtone* [present] Song: I didn’t hear it.

Fortunata: Would you rather stab Gingivere or- Tsarmina: Gingivere. Fortunata: I didn't even say the other option. Tsarmina: I don't need to hear it. Gingivere: Gingivere: I'm feeling a little unsafe.

Matthias: Warbeak's gonna kill me, isn't she? How fucked do you lot think I am? On the fuck-o-meter, where am I? Cornflower: Oh, 12. Basil: Yeah. 12, say. Matthias: Out of what? Cornflower: Er... 50. Basil: Oh. Mine was out of 10

Matthias, gazing out of the window: Basil: Do you think he’s depressed? Constance: He might just be thinking about life Jess: But what if he’s sad? Cornflower: Maybe he’s just planning what to do tomorrow? Matthias, internally: How far east can you go before you're heading west?