Pearl: How did none of you hear what I just said?
Bdubs: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Mumbo: I got distracted about halfway through.
Joel: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
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Scar: Hewwo.
Grian: Hihiiiiii!
Bdubs: Greetings, Humans.
Gem: Three kinds of people.
Scott: I want pudding.
Scar: Four kinds of people.
Cleo: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS?
Gem: Five kinds of people.
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Etho: Where's Pearl, Mumbo, and Joel?
Bdubs: They're playing hide and seek.
Etho: Where?
Bdubs: I don't think you get how this game works.
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Gem: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Scott: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Gem: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Impulse: edible
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Store Worker: Would a Miss. Gem please come to the front desk?
Gem, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker: points to Scott and Impulse
Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?
Scott and Impulse, simultaneously: We got lost :(
Gem: I didn't even bring you guys here with me-
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Gem: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.
Gem: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'
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Grian: Goodnight moon.
Grian: Goodnight tree.
Grian: Goodnight Watchers that only I can see.
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Joel: Go to Hell
Etho, tearing up: I wish I could
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Pearl: Am I going too far?
Grian: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.
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Grian: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, a few people died-
Scar: three, actually.
Grian: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?
Scar: Yours!
Grian: That's right: no one's.
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