Waverly: That’s it, you’re all grounded. Gaby, no mechanics for you. Napoleon, no alcohol for you. And Illya…my God, is there anything that you love?

Illya: Revenge.

Waverly: No vengeance for you.

Illya: I was gonna say “I’ll get you for this,” but I guess that’s off the table.

  • Waverly: How long have you been sleeping with Solo?
  • Illya: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Napoleon is my partner, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate.