Reuben: You do realize arson is a crime, right?
Alessandra: Please show me the law that says that.
Reuben: *Pulls out the legal scrolls*
Alessandra: ... I'm not reading those.
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Reuben: You do realize arson is a crime, right?
Alessandra: Please show me the law that says that.
Reuben: *Pulls out the legal scrolls*
Alessandra: ... I'm not reading those.
Isira: Darling, you can't make everyone like you. You're not Genevieve.
Blythe: Everyone likes... Genevieve?
Phaedra: Who the fuck doesn't?
Blythe: Well maybe -
Phaedra and Reuben: Names, Blythe. We need names.
Genevieve: You really want to see how hardcore I am?!
Genevieve: *stabs her leg with a dagger*
Genevieve: *fighting back tears* Take me to the infirmary please.
Blythe: I'm a woman of action. You have to act first and learn to apologize later, like I do.
Cassemir: You never apologize.
Blythe: Well, I would if I had ever been wrong.
Blythe: I want my father on his deathbed, four or five years from now, to look at me and say "That. That is the woman I raised."
Blythe: And I want him to be pointing at some other girl, because that means that maybe, just maybe, I am not his child.
Blythe: I need a human skull, but you can't ask why.
Alessandra: Only if you don't ask why.
Alessandra: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of her trunk* Choose one.
Blythe:
Alessandra:
Blythe: This one will do.
Blythe, about Phaedra: I like her. She's got balls.
Phaedra: Ovaries, actually.
Blythe: Alright, you got yourself a pair of steel ovaries.
Blythe: Personally, I blame you.
Elias: How can it possibly be my fault?
Blythe: Because otherwise it would be my fault. And that can't be right.
Isira: It was so hot out. Maybe you shouldn't have worn all black.
Blythe: It was a summer shade of black.
Cassemir: Were you dropped on your head as a child?
Blythe: Bold of you to assume I was even held.
to her nemesis:
Blythe: There are approximately 1,010,300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly express how much I want to hit you with a chair.
Cassemir: What's the hardest thing to say?
Blythe: I was wrong.
Isira: I need help.
Alessandra: Worcestershire sauce.
Cassemir: How you hate to be wrong.
Blythe: I wouldn't know, I'm not familiar with the sensation.
REGNUM TEXT POST MEMES: Captain Blythe Briarcliff, part 1/?
On The Rescue
Cassemir: Blythe Briarcliff is the real hero here.
Blythe: But isn't Blythe Briarcliff more of a state of mind? Like, in a way, we were all Blythe Briarcliff today.
Isira: If we're walking together, please take into consideration my tiny legs. I can't keep up with you. Please think of my tiny legs, I don't want to be jogging to keep up with your leisurely stroll, you TITAN.
Blythe: Just get some rollerblades and hold onto my arm, we don't have all day.
Phaedra: You know, when I first met you, I thought you were a real bitch.
Isira: Well, what changed?
Phaedra: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.