Dark: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.
Bora: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.
Bora: And if you have any suggestions, please put them in the suggestion box.
Mimic: That’s a trash can.
Ruin: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”?
Chosen:
Chosen: …Should I not have?
Chosen: Dark, I think we have a problem.
Dark: What, the fire?
Chosen: No, the- wait, what fire?
Dark: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.
Ruin: Dark, keep an eye on Bora today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.
Dark: Sure, I'd love to see Bora getting punched.
Chosen: Try again.
Dark, sighing: I will try to stop Bora from getting punched.
Dark: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?
Bora: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.
Ruin: What type of dog is this?
Dark: That’s a tortoise.
Ruin: Bora doesn’t look very happy.
Mimic: That's their happy. They're just a bitch.
Dark: That’s illegal, right?
Bora: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop?
Dark: No-
Bora: Then shut the fuck up.
Chosen: Oh, so you two are getting along very… cordial now?
Dark: Cordial? Nah, we're friends.
Chosen: Friends?
Dark: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests.
Bora: We both love butterflies.
Chosen: Aww–
Bora: And beating people up.
Chosen: Oh, okay.
Chosen: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food?
Ruin: …What???
Mimic, tearing up the room: Where are they?
Mimic, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?
Mimic: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
Bora: You're alive.
Dark: There's no need to sound so disappointed.