Apr 23, 2019
Scorpia: These are from a doctor!
Catra: So? Entrapta's a doctor.
Scorpia: Not the medical kind!
Entrapta: Not even the other kind, technically.
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Scorpia: These are from a doctor!
Catra: So? Entrapta's a doctor.
Scorpia: Not the medical kind!
Entrapta: Not even the other kind, technically.
hungary: what’s your blood type?
prussia: how would i know?
hungary: how would you not know?!
prussia: who am i? karl landsteiner? discoverer of blood groups?
hungary: you don’t know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?!
ICELAND: Denmark ran off and nearly got himself killed! All because you couldn’t control him.
NORWAY: Since when is babysitting Den my - oh, god. That’s exactly my job, isn’t it?
Shadow Weaver: I have to go. But if I find one single cat hair when I get back, I'll rub...sand...in your dead little eyes.
Catra: Very good, Shadow Weaver
Shadow Weaver: [pause] I also need you to go buy sand.
Catra: Yes, Shadow Weaver.
Shadow Weaver: I don't know if they grade it, but... coarse.
Bow: You know, I think we're making some real progress.
Glimmer: Where, in opposite world? We're never gonna finish all this!
Bow: We could, if certain people would help!
Adora: [Standing behind stacked cardboard boxes] I'm sorry, are you addressing me? Because your authority is not recognized in Fort Kickass.
Catra: [talking about a mind control chip placed in a rabbit] Can you put it in a person's brain?
Entrapta: [pause] It'd suffocate...
Catra: Not the rabbit, idiot; the chip.
Entrapta: Oh, yes. Absolutely.
Catra: Without killing the person?
Entrapta: Oh. ...Maybe?
Glimmer: [To Adora] So as you can see, we are completely unprepared for this mission!
Bow: [Wearing night-vision goggles and holding a shovel] Unless it involves night-shoveling.
Entrapta: But don't touch it. Lysergic acid can be absorbed right through the skin. Even the tip of your finger can... [She accidentally touches the strip] oops.
Catra: Oh, for fuck's sake, Entrapta! You're about to perform brain surgery!
Entrapta: Yeah... So sooner's going to be better than later.