Sofia: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED!
Sofia: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY!
Kalyna: Sofia just threw a tantrum about a chair.
Kalyna: I just won Sofia Tantrum Bingo.
Kalyna: We need to distract these guys.
Mykhailo: Leave it to me.
Mykhailo: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Inna & Stepan: *immediately begin arguing*
Inna: Why do humans have different blood groups?
Kalyna: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.
Andriy: We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at Stepan’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!
Mykhailo: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery!
Kalyna: This unmitigated poppycock?
Inna: Extravagant hogwash!
Mykhailo: Okay, stop.
Inna: I have a plan.
Mykhailo: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.
Inna: …
Mykhailo: …
Inna: I no longer have a plan.
Kalyna: How would you like your coffee?
Stepan: As dark and as bitter as my soul.
Kalyna, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!
Kalyna: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?
Andriy: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.
Kalyna:
Andriy: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.
Sofia: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell!
Inna: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!
Sofia: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.
Stepan: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.
Sofia: Why don't we just call it, "M.C. Donald's?"
Inna: Because it just sounds like a stupid rapper's name.
Mykhailo: It'd just be like- "Eyo, it's ya boy, M.C. Donald!"
Inna, watching Mykhailo and Stepan panic : What's going on?
Sofia: Mykhailo is having a midlife crisis and Stepan is just having a crisis.
Inna: What do you want for breakfast?
Sofia: I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.
Mykhailo:
Mykhailo: She wants eggs.
Mykhailo: Look, Sofia, if you can fit your head down the gun’s barrel, you can assume it doesn’t have a non-lethal setting.
