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Kira: *points to a squeaky cabinet in Daemona’s kitchen* You should get that fixed.
Daemona: It's a total pain, but don't worry, it's not a ghost. Had it checked.
Kira: *sarcastically* Good, because I was just about to ask if it was a ghost.
Yasmine: No, it’s cool. You guys got your little hero thing. I’m fine. I mean, I got better things to do than tag along with some impossible save the world party.
Daemona: You can join in.
Kira: [nods]
Yasmine: Okay, but only because I lied about having better things to do.
Jericho: Hey hey hey you remember ratatouille? that movie was fuckin wild. In the first 20m a woman points a shotgun at the protagonist and tries to shoot him multiple times, brings down the roof of her own house, and subsequently gasses it. Then the rat goes to Paris and meets the bastard son of a dead chef and almost dies. Again. Several times. Many times! Almost gets locked in an oven. And then drowned. Then some shit happens and he controls the bastard son by pulling on his hair. Also the bastard chef gets drunk at least once. It’s explicit too like the scheming sous chef brings this 18 y/o or whatever into his office and gets him drunk because he wants the kid to admit that he’s a successful chef because of a tiny hair-pulling rat puppeteer who lives in his hat. And all throughout it the rat is grappling with the ethical conflict of whether stealing is right, and how to reconcile the wasted excesses of capitalism with his belief in private property and self-earned worth, especially when he comes from an impoverished background where stealing was necessary. And the underlying motif is how art isn’t an exclusive club, and how making art accessible to everyone is critical to the expansion and success of art itself, and the importance of honesty in relationships. Also the human protagonist’s name is Linguini.
Darnell: Make sure Yasmine is okay. She’s all I have.
Jericho: You have two parents, four siblings, a cousin, and a room full of ponies.
Darnell: Eh.
Casey: We’re screwed.
Daemona: Hey, no, hey. I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude. I want to hear you upbeat!
Casey: *happy* We are screwed!
Daemona: There you go.
Kira: This is such a bad idea
Jericho: Then why are you coming along?
Kira: One of us needs to be able to talk to my dad out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
Kira: I am currently experiencing life at 15 wtf’s per hour.
Kira: Why didn't you tell us that this could've killed us?
Daemona: I figured if I told you, you wouldn't want to do it!
Kira: That’s a terrible thing to say, Daemona! You’re right, of course... but that’s still a terrible thing to say.
Casey: On the scale of 1 to 10, how confused are you?
Jericho: 16.
Casey: Only to ten
Jericho: What?
Casey: The scale
Jericho: Which scale?
Casey: How confused are you?
Jericho: Uhh... 16.
Daemona: What's your worst habit?
Casey: Existing.
Daemona: When my grandmother gave me my giant crystal ball, she looked me in the eye and said, "Whatever you do, never, EVER leave it uncovered when you're not home."
Daemona: And I said, "Oh wow, because of spirits?"
Daemona: And she said, "What? No, because if the sun hits it weird, it'll burn your house down."
Casey: We use mankind's greatest weapon.
Jericho: A grenade.
Casey: The written word!
Jericho: Ugh, I'm out.
Daemona: We are not exactly the poster children for Mental Health week.
Daemona: Please. Picking locks is my specialty.
Daemona: [throws brick through window]
Daemona: Okay, let’s go!
Yasmine: What if these talents are a gift? Like, what if the gods have a higher purpose for me?
Kira: I don’t think anything good could come from you believing that you are a gift from the gods.
Willard: Are you trying to flirt with me, Navarro?
Navarro: I'm literally stabbing you.
Willard: That doesn't answer my question.
Kira: I don't discuss problems, I incinerate them!