Calhoun: So, if the compartment was locked, how did you get in?
Gantu: I hit the lock with me shoe.
Calhoun: Your shoe seems to have the ballistic capabilities of a .38 revolver.
Gantu: Fancy that.
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Calhoun: So, if the compartment was locked, how did you get in?
Gantu: I hit the lock with me shoe.
Calhoun: Your shoe seems to have the ballistic capabilities of a .38 revolver.
Gantu: Fancy that.
Stitch: You are so gay. You big parfait! You flaming boy in cabaret.
Barrel: I’m straight!
Stitch: You were not yesterday.
Reuben: The best way to prepare for the bake-off is to practice full contact!
Stitch: Isn’t cooking pretty much no contact?
Reuben: That’s what the other teams think!
[Gantu grabs Stitch by the arm]
Gantu: I’m disarming you.
[He rips the arm off]
I love you and you’re my family, but you’re terrible.
Stitch, to his brothers. (obviously)
Wendy: So you lied to me?
Jamie: That depends on how you define lying.
Wendy: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?
Jamie: ...reclining your body in a horizontal position.
Clopin: Hey, can I borrow a cup of flour?
Snow: Yeah, why?
Clopin: Some white kids outside want cocaine.
Wendy: Ours is a story of love at first sight! I couldn’t resist the way you were adoring those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one else was looking! And how sweet it was when you reached out to that poor little injured kitten!
Clopin: Is she serious?
Stitch: Could you have the wrong person?
Wendy: NO WAY I COULD RECOGNIZE MY LOVE ANYWHERE. SHE’S A GENTLE WOMAN WHO’S KIND TO EVERYONE BUT DOESN’T ASK FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN. SHE LIKES SOLITUDE BUT IN FACT SOMETIMES SHE GETS LONELY.
Clopin, in the background, screaming: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE TALKING ABOUT? SHUT HER OFF. STOP HER.