Jaune: (Eyes closed, Meditating) Om...
Weiss: What is he doing?
Nora: (Whispering) Ssh! He has to mentally prepare himself for this kind of stuff. You don't understand the mental strain his power puts on him.
Weiss: He swings a sword around.
Nora: Yeah, a heavy sword!
Jaune: Would you two shut the fuck up?!
Weiss: You're the one here who's humming a half-hearted "om."
Jaune: Hey! (Lifts Crocea Mors high up) I have this giant-ass, motherfucking sword! (Points Crocea Mors at Weiss) Do you want to test me?
Nora: We're sorry, team leader! It won't happen again, team leader! Please don't kill us, team leader!
Weiss: He can't kill us, (Looks to Jaune) and you can't meditate!
Jaune: And you can't cure scarring!
Weiss: And you can? You're not a doctor!
Jaune: Right, (Holds CM above Nora) I'm Jesus.
Weiss: What the fuck's a Jesus?!
Nora: Can you, um, keep the sword away from my head, please?
Jaune: (Points at Weiss) I'm about to turn your blood into wine if you don't shut the fuck up, Weiss!
Weiss: I'd like to see you do it! Do it! Come on, pussy, do it! Do it!
Jaune: (Throws Crocea Mors at the wall)
Nora: Fucking shit!
Jaune: Fine! I don't know how to change the chemical composition of the human body! There, are you happy?!
Weiss: At least you know how to lose a sword.
Nora: Can you stop egging him on so he can cure me?
Jaune: (Grabs Crocea Mors, Pulls it free) Yeah, I'm trying to perform an important operation here!
Weiss: Why don't you just do the obvious thing and, you know, go talk to Ren? Go see a real doctor?
Nora: Ren will get mad at me.
Weiss: Why?! You were literally fighting to protect Penny!
Jaune: It's a Renora thing. I'm sure you wouldn't understand.
Weiss: At least go see Klein! He's trained in first aid!
Jaune: Uh, her ailment is clearly dust-related, and first aid won't cut it, and your butler knowing basic first aid won't help anyways.
Weiss: Klein! Has served! As a combat! Medic!
Nora: Look, Weiss, my team leader is a lot of things; with his semblance, he's a living battery, and with his strength, he's a living battering ram. Now, he's a living placebo!
Jaune: Yeah, I'm a living placebo, Weiss!
Weiss: Jaune, do you even know what a placebo is?
Jaune: It's, like, those fancy garden things people sit in.
Nora: That's a gazebo.
Weiss: You meant to call yourself a gazebo?
Jaune: I thought she was saying it like a positive metaphor!
Weiss: You think he's better than Klein?
Nora: He's less threatening than him.
Weiss: HE WAS SWINGING! A SWORD! AT YOUR FACE!
Jaune: Listen, I know when I'm not wanted here. (Runs away)
Nora: No, no! Wait! Come ba-
Jaune: (Jumps through the window, Shattering it) Aaaaaaaah!
Weiss: (Looks down where Jaune jumped, Turns to Nora) Go see Klein.
Nora: (Sighs) Fine!
