Steak: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down.
Lana: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.
Kreek: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?
Steak: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.
Steak: I need my socks.
Bella: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.
Booshot, sniffling: Calm down, I'm probably not sick. It might just be allergies.
Kreek: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired?
Booshot: I have depression, what do you think?
Booshot: Is that a gun?!
Lana: It's not what it looks like!
Booshot: It looks like a gun!
Lana: Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore.
Booshot: ...ANYMORE?!
Booshot: You're mean!
Steak: You're meaner!
Booshot: Yeah, well, you're ugly too!
Steak: You're uglier!
Booshot: You're a dumbass!
Steak: You're a dumberass!
Booshot: You think "dumberass" is a good insult!
Steak: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.
Dexter: What doesn't kill me better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.
Steak: You remind me of the ocean.
Kreek: Because I'm deep and mysterious?
Steak: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
Nightfoxx: Is Booshot always like this when they lose?
Bella: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 2015.
Booshot: You bumped that table and you know it!
Lana: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?
Booshot: How did you know I was up until 3am?
Steak: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.
Dexter: Kreek gave me a get better soon card.
Booshot: That's sweet!
Dexter: I wasn't sick, they just think I can do better.
Booshot: You disgust me.
Steak: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don't care.
Bella: Oh Nightfoxx, we have a visitor!
Nightfoxx: Don't tell me it's Booshot.
Bella: It's Booshot.
Booshot: We have a problem.
Bella: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.
Steak: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.
Nightfoxx: I photosynthesize with this.
Nightfoxx: You really believe in Booshot?
Steak: Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.
Lana, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.
Booshot: Can I ask you for a favor?
Bella: I would literally die for you, but continue.
Booshot: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.
Lana: I printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. Go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit.
Bella: Lana, is that legal?
Lana: When the cops aren't around, anything's legal!
Booshot: So I got this amazing plan!
Lana: We fail almost every time you say that.
Booshot: Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.
Nightfoxx, mocking Booshot: I'm this close to falling in love with Bella.
Booshot: Your fingertips are touching.
Nightfoxx: Exactly.
