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Clorinde: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a threat.
Aether: Paimon isn't talking to me.
Lyney: Enjoy it while it lasts.
Dottore: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?
Kaveh: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.
Albedo: Kaeya, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?!
Kaeya: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!
Nahida: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.
Wanderer: Killed without hesitation.
Nahida: No.
Ayato: What are your goals?
Thoma: To pet all the dogs.
Ayato: No, fitness goals.
Thoma: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.
Kaveh: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.
Alhaitham: That's why I carry two swords.
Zhongli: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Hu Tao: You mean literally or figuratively?
Zhongli: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...
Childe: I prevented a murder today.
Diluc: Really? How’d you do that?
Childe: self control.
Dottore, tending to Tartaglia's wounds: How would you rate your pain?
Tartaglia: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.
Kaeya: I can explain.
Diluc: Can you?
Kaeya: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.
Dottore: *walking in to a room* sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.
*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder.*
Scaramouche: *out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS.
Thoma: Is something burning?
Ayato: Just my love for you.
Thoma: Ayato, the toaster is on fire.
Scaramouche: Fuck.
Heizou: We've got to work on your cursing.
Scaramouche: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.
Scaramouche: I was arrested for being too cool.
Heizou: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
Klee: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.
Diluc: Oh, you’ve been?
Klee: Once. In Monopoly.