Sonar: Shut up, Your Honor, you wasn’t even there
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Sonar: Shut up, Your Honor, you wasn’t even there
Sonar: I’m taking a look at your numbers, and it doesn’t look good. You have a lot of measurements. Quite a few variables. Robert: Is that… bad? Sonar: Variables are the #1 risk factor for outcomes. The past is a big contributor to the future. Robert: Isn’t that just causality? Sonar: Causality is the leading cause of death in this country. Robert: So what are my odds? Sonar: Do you have a family history? Robert: Of what? Sonar: Just, in general. Robert: …Yes? Sonar: Oh no.
Coupe: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes... Coupe: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps. Blazer: ...That took an unexpected turn. Robert: So did their neck.
Sonar: Consider the fundraising over! Your hero has arrived! Blonde Blazer: Uhh… where did you get so much money from, Sonar? Sonar: Well, you know, I’m pretty good at numbers. I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyzed my accounts, I timed the market- *police sirens start to wail in the background* Blonde Blazer: DID YOU ROB A BANK?! Sonar: Oh, come on, do you really think so little of me? *opens the bag as purple dye explodes on his face* Blonde Blazer: Sonar: …it was a credit union.
Prism: Bonjour, Coupé. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi? Coupé: No, I don't want to sleep with you. Prism: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.
Blonde Blazer: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Robert: I know. That's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Blonde Blazer: Th-that's not how that works-
Chase: What happened to your nose? Robert: I used it to break some guy's fist.
Sonar: Do I sound smart, or am I smart? Prism: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.
Invisigal: *pulls back the curtain while Robert is showering* Invisigal: Hey, did we - stop screaming, it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?
Blonde Blazer: Robert? You just drove through a stop sign without stopping. Robert: I'll stop twice on the way back.
Flambae: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin. Invisigal: The translucent part of your costume makes you look like a dumbass Flambae: The translucent part makes me look sexy, you fuck! *Chases after Invisigal*
Sonar: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff. Malevola: Oh, that was all real. Sonar: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?! Malevola: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.
Robert: Say hi, dumbass heroes!
The Z-Team: hi, dumbass heroes!
Robert: You think I’m gonna pay some schmuck an arm and a leg to tell me what’s wrong with my arm and my leg?
Flambae: Jesus wasn't just saying 'Amen'. He was saying "ah, men" because let's be real, he was constantly surrounded by 12 dudes, turning water into wine (the ultimate party trick), and washing men's feet like it was self-care Sunday
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Sonar: The Washington Post referred to you as a 'foul-mouthed bisexual'
Robert: They said 'foul-mouthed'?
Sonar: 'Foul-mouthed bisexual.' Do you resonate with that?
Robert: They said that?... who said that?
Sonar: The Washington Post
Robert: The Washington Post said I was a 'foul-mouthed bisexual'?!
Malevola: When your homeboy says that he's into women, but you already decided in your head that he's secretly gay because of the way he acts and the way he looks, and he just seems really gay
Malevola, looking at Sonar: I'm onto you