Holly: Go to bed, it's 2 am! If you don't you'll hate yourself in the morning.
Lockwood, surrounded by magazines: I think I speak for all of us when I say we'll hate ourselves in the morning regardless.
Quill, who's been duct taped to the ceiling: Yup.
George, spraying canned cheese into his mouth: Of course.
Lucy, having a one sided argument with the skull: You son of a-








