Michael Bryce: This guy single-handedly ruined the word motherfucker.
Darius Kinkaid: You know, when life gives you shit, you make Kool-Aid.
Michael Bryce: Life doesn't usually give you shit and then turn it into a beverage.
Darius Kinkaid: I will bust a cap in your ass.
Michael Bryce: Have you ever said "please"?
Darius Kinkaid: Please, motherfucker!
Michael Bryce: Why are we always yelling?
Michael Bryce: You won't last one hour without me.
Darius Kinkaid: Fuck you!
Michael Bryce: Eat my ass!
Darius Kinkaid: That's what she said.
Bobby O'Neill: They're planning a full-scale cyber attack. Do not screw this up.
Michael Bryce: Oh, we are definitely gonna screw this up.
Sonia Kincaid: I need you to protect us. We're trying to have a baby.
Michael Bryce: May god have mercy on our souls.
Darius Kincaid: Are you using pepper spray?
Michael Bryce: I'm on sabbatical.
Sonia Kincaid: I would make a great mother, don't you think?
Michael Bryce: Oh my God, a child would be so lucky to have you as its host.
Sonia Kincaid: Thank you. It must be your powerful asexuality that makes you such a good listener.
Sonia Kincaid: I would make a great mother, don't you think?
Michael Bryce: Oh my God, a child would be so lucky to have you as its host.
Darius Kincaid: Are you using pepper spray?
Michael Bryce: I'm on sabbatical.
Blue: Hi!
Cal: Well, looky looky.
Cal: I'm not going to ask you again, Put some pants on, You're freaking everyone out.
Banana: Haha, pants!
Blue: Being excited is exhausting.
Cal: OK, let's get you to bed.
Cal: What if I told you imaginary friends are real? And when they're kids grow up, they're forgotten.
Cal: Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no pants, I'm so sorry.
Blue: You are the chosen one.
Cal: No. Let's not give her a complex.
Cal: Keith! What kind of a kid creates an invisible IF?
Blue: Something's happening!
Cal: I'm sorry, what?
