Guy: I'm not gonna be the good guy... I'm gonna be the great guy.
Molotov Girl: Whoa, enjoy your lifetime supply of virginity.
Guy: Millie, how many times a day are the banks robbed in your world?
Molotov Girl: Hardly ever, Guy.
Guy: What about corpses, Millie? Do ya see a lot of those? How many an hour?
Molotov Girl: None per hour, Guy.
Guy: What about gun violence? See a lot of gun violence in your world?
Molotov Girl: Actually, that's a big problem, Guy, it's a massive problem.
Guy: [Pauses] I didn't see that coming.
Millie: It's true, it really sucks.
Molotov Girl: Sometimes I forget not everyone you meet on here is a sociopathic man-child.
Mouser: Loose the skin!
Guy: Loose...? Wha.? How am I supposed to get rid of my skin?
Mouser: Take it off, man. Just take it off. What are you doing?
Mouser: The whole thing: the face, the outfit, everything.
Mouser: Ditch it! If you don't, we're gonna kill you.
Keys: And we're gonna KEEP killing you.
Guy: Still why?
Mouser: Until we do find out who you are, and then we're going to ban you for life!
Guy: OK. I WANT to comply. I just find the order of those threats very confusing.
Revenjamin Buttons: Mom! Do not touch that sock! I swear to God if you touch that sock you will be in therapy for the rest of your life! No! It's my special sock! Put it down!
Guy: I love you, Millie. Now maybe that's just my programming talking, but guess what? Somebody wrote that program. I'm just a love letter to you. Somewhere out there is the author.
Millie: He kissed me!
Keys: There's not a button for that!
Millie: Oh, he found the button!