Texts from The Lost

Tink, in Mordema’s window: I thought I’d find you here! Esquivel, climbing past Tink: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

Blake: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

Raven: What goes up but never comes down? Falco : The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

Blake: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you? Strat: Blake, it's four o'clock in the morning. Blake: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

Markevitch: I believe in you, Hoffman! Hoffman, to themself: God, I must suck. The nicest thing Markevitch can think to say to me is that they don’t doubt my existence.

Ledoux: I can't imagine what Blake is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

*The Squad is on a hike* Strat: It’s beautiful out here. Valkyrie: And quiet. Strat: Too quiet. Valkyrie: Did we lose someone? *cut to Blake with a bear in a headlock*

Sloane: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

Strat: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Tink: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Hollander: Dearly Beloved, we are here today to remember Denym, taken from us in the prime of life; when they were crushed by a runaway semi, driven by the Incredible Hulk. Denym: Aww, you knew my favorite cause of death.

Tink: People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “what the fuck? that’s illegal!” and “you can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!

Denym: And now for a gay update with O'Dessasuite and Ledoux. O'Dessasuite: Getting gayer. Denym: Thank you, O'Dessasuite.

Raven: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark* Raven: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Raven: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No... Raven: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Raven: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Hollander: Guess what number I’m thinking of. Strat: 420? Hollander: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously. Scherzzo: 69. Hollander: Yeah it was 69.

Strat, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

Zahara: *trying to get five seconds of sleep* Tink, poking Zahara’s arm: Zahara Zahara. Zahara. Zahara. Zahara: WHAT? Tink: …We’re out of Capri Suns—