Oliver: I told you it wasn’t that bad, Irmo is pretty rad at vidja games, though! Shiloh: O- God! He just punched my heads off my shoulders? Is he old enough to be playing this game?! Oliver: Well, it’s my game. I think he’s old enough? Hey Irmo, how old are you? 5? Irmo: I’m eleven so shut the fuck up
chocolate pecan pie is the best dessert in the galaxy.
you always looked great in blue.
i mean, she does kind of give off a sapphic vibe.
we can watch orphan bIack after.
you’re always warning me about something. that’s our dynamic.
if i could legally adopt her, i would.
people don’t want your brand of negativity anymore. they want optimism, hope, positivity.
if the weather’s getting you down, don’t worry. it never lasts.
she has always come down hard on me for not protecting you.
i truly hate hospitals.
how much longer until it’s appropriate for us to leave?
you and i both know that you’re tougher than a bolt of lightning.
i don’t understand how you could allow this.
she’s going to do things that you don’t like.
you know better. you should have stopped her.
the stars aren’t going anywhere.
you lied to me for years.
she risks her life to protect other people, and she’s a hero. and yet, i do the same, and i’m in trouble?
you were always so much harder on her than me.
and you and i– we’re gonna have words.
i’ve transcended. do you really care how or why?
i didn’t get where i am by running and hiding from a fight.
sounds like you’ve got your hands full here.
everything i am, everything i have, is because of her constant pushing.
you always make the hard choice. you look to help others before yourself.
i wanted you to be better than me.
i can draw her out, but then we’ll have to work together.
cool, it’s like ghostbusters.
i really wanted one of you to watch the other one die.
congratulations, you have the wit of a youtube comment.
i wonder if i have enough power to stop your heart.
the world is full of so much noise and snark - much of it, we generate.
there’s a lot i don’t know about you. and that should probably change.
who cares what that guy says?
she’s taking on way too much, way too fast.
people who click don’t spy on each other!
if someone’s targeting one of my assets, i want to know who it is.
please don’t yell at me, this isn’t my job.
i didn’t know that she could smile if it wasn’t based on cruelty to others.
i didn’t tell you about it because i knew you would have this reaction.
get me a salad for lunch. i don’t care what kind as long as it has a cheeseburger on top.
she is living down to my expectations by prioritising her career over my own.
you know how sometimes people just want to help other people?
so, you think that if you do me this favour, i will owe you something.
that sounds like a woman who knows what she wants.
okay. that is cool.
she’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice– hell. even i want to date her.
well, was she out saving the world?
my mom says it’s okay to be a nerd. she says if you can face your fears and come out of your shell, then nerds can win in the end.
i prefer not to rely on the government to solve my problems.
i’m trying to change the world. so anyone invested in maintaining the status quo would be interested in targeting me.
and here, i thought we had something special.
i believe there’s no higher calling than helping others.
the world needs a new kind of hero.
i’ve never met anyone worth trusting.
that is a very lonely way to live.
you are staying home.
i don’t know what i would do without you.
you do not seem like the kind of person who gets frazzled.
just because i look a certain way on the outside, everyone assumes it matches the way i feel on the inside.
i don’t put much faith in the government’s idea of protection.
what happened to you was a tragedy. i’m trying to prevent another one.
be honest, your heart was never really in it.
i’m starting to think you have a thing for me.
i want to help you. i understand what it’s like to be overwhelmed, but you are not alone. i can help you.
please, do not kill all of those people.
we had an epic nerf gun battle.
you have just stumbled upon the most annoying question of the century and you are so young that you do not even realise it.
far too many women burn out trying to do too much before they’re ready.
you can have it all, just not at once and not right away. and not with that hair. use conditioner, for god’s sake.
in the end, you can’t control people.
easy peasy fresh and squeezy.
i suspect that whoever is responsible for these attacks might be curious about you.
the fun is just beginning.
you cut me off, dude!
watch where you’re going next time!
you cannot lose control like that!
those idiots nearly killed people, and you’re getting mad at me?
that’s the thing. i am not mad, i am controlling my anger. i suggest you get into the habit.
i’m just glad these two men were only in the hospital, and not in the morgue.
call me old-fashioned, but i still prefer male doctors.
i need to find out what really happened to him. you’re the only one who can help us.
we have an executive order forcing you to comply.
game night is the last shred of normalcy that remains in our lives.
maybe the roar of the ocean will drown out the sound of her voice. or maybe it will just drown her. or me.
don’t you think you’ve made enough of a fool of yourself over him for one day?
everyone’s noticed how you throw yourself at him.
you should try being a little bit more professional.
it helps when you really know your partner.
it’s like when you see a movie star in person and you’re like ‘is that it?'
i don’t say this often, but i am craving a good fight right now.
i’ve invested too much time and effort into this.
i’ve been screaming your name over and over for the past minute and a half. ninety seconds, i have been boiling alive in my office. ninety seconds, each of which, if amortised to reflect my earnings, is worth more than your yearly salary.
don’t talk to me like that! please! i work so hard for you! i don’t ask questions, i don’t complain, and all you do is yell at me and tell me i’m not good enough! and it’s mean! why are you so mean?!
i didn’t mean that. i don’t know what happened. i just snapped.
hope no one’s trying to kill me this time.
i’m not the bad guy.
it’s gone rogue, and i need your help to find it.
if you want to prove to me that you’re not the bad guy, then help me find the real one.
'never trust a man who doesn’t drink, because he’s probably a self-righteous sort– a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time.'
you’re not good enough for her.
you ally yourself with people you think are special. but that doesn’t make you special. and i think you know that.
here’s the thing: everybody gets angry. there is no pill that will eradicate this particular emotion. i know this because if there were such a pill, i would be popping those babies like pez.
you apologise too much, which is a separate, although not unrelated, problem.
whatever you do, you cannot get angry at work. especially when you’re a girl.
he picked up a chair and he threw it out of the window because somebody missed a deadline. and no, he didn’t open the window first.
that would’ve been professional and cultural suicide.
the real key is that you need to figure out what’s really bothering you.
you weren’t really mad at me.
you need to find that anger behind the anger. figure out what’s really making you mad.
i’m not gonna let you hurt them!
you saved my life.
you let that thing get away- i thought you were on our side.
he used your humanity against you. and now more innocent humans could be in danger.
you seem to only help people if it helps you.
i’ve seen what happens to the selfless.
wow! and i thought rocky balboa practicing on dead cows was cool.
girls are taught to smile and keep it inside.
it’s not like black men are encouraged to be angry in public.
say what you’re mad about and then let the fists fly.
i hate how my emotions get the best of me!
i hate that i’m never gonna have a normal life!
i’m realising that being myself doesn’t make me feel more normal. and it never will.
think you can keep your cool this time?
i’m not afraid of my anger anymore. i can use it. channel it to work for me, not against me.
you’ll have to kill me.
we are on the same team.
i hope that one day, when you realise what a terrible mistake you’ve made, it won’t be too late.
you’re my hero.
you don’t get to talk to her that way.
i understand that you have always been threatened by my success and you try and elevate yourself by denigrating me.