Hilda: It must be nice, being rich instead of having to develop a personality.
Cheren: Shut up-
Bianca: Buy my silence.

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Hilda: It must be nice, being rich instead of having to develop a personality.
Cheren: Shut up-
Bianca: Buy my silence.
Hilbert, singing Until It Sleeps: So tear me open and pour me out, there's things inside that scream and shout!
Bianca: ... but tearing you open would kill you
Cheren: ... do you not know what figurative language is Bianca?
Benga: There’s hell in hello.
Hilda: There’s good in goodbye.
Nate: There’s an end in friend.
Natural: There’s a lie in believe.
Cheren: There’s fair in farewell.
Concordia: There’s over in lover.
Yancy: There’s an ex in next.
Fedde: There’s an us in trust.
Iris: There’s an if in life.
Bianca: There’s lies in families.
Everyone:
Anthea: There’s fun in funeral.
Cheren: Aren’t you like 5’2”?
Hilda: I self identify as tall.
Hilda, wrapped in a blanket and covered with ice packs: I completely stand by what I said when I was sick.
Cheren: You were telling us that we don’t deserve tepigs.
Hilda: Have you ever seen a tepig, Cheren? They are SOFT and WARM and PURE-
Cheren:
Bianca: Hilda, are you crying
Hilda: They’re too good for this world...we have to protect them...
Grimsley: I was eating this Sinnohan chocolate, and it made a rattling noise when I shook it, and there was a rapidash magnet inside.
Benga: Sinnohan kinder surprise.
Shauntal: That looks like it’s made out of coal.
Grimsley: It tasted like coal.
Cheren: You ate a vase.
Grimsley, head in hands: Honestly, at this point, me eating a small vase is the least of my problems.
Caitlin: In Sinnoh, sometimes, when a rapidash dies, they cremate it and make a vase out of the ashes. Hence the coal taste and rapidash picture. You ate rapidash ashes and mistook it for chocolate.
Grimsley: ...Me eating an entire cremated rapidash still does not even scratch the surface of my problems.
Cheren, scrambling out of bed: HOLY FUCK I’M LATE FOR SCHOOL!
Bianca, next to him: Cheren, honey, you’re too old for school. Come back to bed.
Cheren, laying down: Oh, right.
Cheren:
Cheren, sitting straight up: I’M THE TEACHER!
Cheren: It only takes three generations for you to be basically forgotten.
Hilda: Tell that to my 17 times great grandfather in law who tore apart the whole region by fighting his brother with a god.