Boimler: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Mariner: I’m a knife.
Jennifer, from across the room: She’s the little spoon.
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@incorrectlowerdecksquotes
Boimler: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Mariner: I’m a knife.
Jennifer, from across the room: She’s the little spoon.
Tendi: Why is Mariner so sad?
Rutherford: She took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes.
Tendi: And...?
Rutherford: She got Boimler.
Boimler: Everyone, synchronize your watches.
Rutherford: I don’t know how to do that.
Tendi: I don’t wear a watch.
Mariner: Time is a construct.
Boimler, banging on the door: Mariner! Open up!
Mariner: Well, it all started when I was a kid...
Rutherford: No, he meant-
Tendi: Let her finish.
Mariner: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited.
Boimler: If?
Tendi: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and she might not even die.
Mariner: Jennifer and I don’t use pet names.
Boimler: I see. Hey, what do bees make?
Mariner: Honey?
Jennifer: Yes, dear?
Mariner:
Boimler: Don’t ever lie to my face again.
Ransom, going over Mariner’s resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.
Mariner: Yes.
Ransom: Okay... may I know what you create?
Mariner: Problems.
Mariner: Am I going too far?
Freeman: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.
Mariner: You’re annoying.
Freeman: But you love me.
Mariner: Doesn’t make you less annoying.
Boimler: So are we flirting right now?
Mariner: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU
Boimler: That doesn’t answer my question
Mariner: Okay okay stop asking me if I’m straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.
Ransom: *accidentally hits Freeman in the face*
Ransom: *trying to decide between saying “I’m fucking sorry” and “Are you okay”*
Ransom: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!
Freeman: What’s wrong with you?!
T’ana, standing with her back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Tendi.
Tendi: How did you do that without turning around?
T’ana: ... to be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.
T’ana, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.
Tendi: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!
T’ana, with the tone of someone who is used to Tendi: Outstanding. This is what I’m talking about, people.
Freeman, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I really don’t think heels are for me.
Ransom, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
Tendi: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE
Rutherford: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially
Tendi, desperately, as Rutherford bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Rutherford: Oh! B positive.
Tendi: DON’T TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Rutherford:
Mariner: Died and came back as a cowboy, I call that reintarnation.