[sitting in jail] Bree: So who should we call? Nick: I’d call William, but I feel safer in jail.

Sel: *making a sandwich*

Valec: You’re not doing it right.

Sel: Sorry?

Valec: Your sandwich. The mustard needs to go on the bread first to form a moisture barrier between it and the tomato. Tear it down. Start again.

Sel:

Sel: You take two hours to eat a bowl of soup.

Valec: Oh please, you inhale your food.

Sel: I grew up with Nick. If you didn’t eat fast, you didn’t eat.

William: For self defence reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Alice, Sel, & Bree: Okay. William: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Alice: Bold of you to assume I have money. Sel: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Bree: Bold of you to assume I can die.

Nick: Alright, plan B.

*Shadowborn appears at the end of the hallways*

Nick: Scratch that, plan F.

Bree: *tries to open the door* Bree: It’s locked. Sel, rolling up his sleeves: It’s okay. Locks are my specialty. Sel: *punches the door until it breaks*

William: When you break a bone it will typically heal to be stronger than before.

Sel: So I should break every bone in my body over and over again until God is at my mercy?

William:

William: Or you could just be normal for once.

Bree: Sometimes I’ll start a sentence and I don’t know where it’s going, I just hope I find it along the way.

William: Before I do anything, I ask myself “would Nick do that?”. And if the answer is yes, I do not do that thing.

William: Sel doesn’t have a life plan. He doesn’t have a day plan. I one found a note he wrote to himself that said “put on pants.”

Valec: Hey, can you hear anything?

Sel: You know what I hear? I hear the sound of you shitting the fuck up.

Alice: Petition to remove the “d” from Wednesday.

William: Wednesay.

Alice: Not what I had in mind, but I’m flexible.

Nick: Dad didn't raise a quitter but he did raise a fool and it turns out those two things are a TERRIBLE COMBINATION!

Sel: And I completed the mission unscathed.

William: You are bleeding in so many places.

Sel: I’m a little bit scathed.

Bree: Someone’s coming. Someone you don’t like.

Sel: That could be anyone.

Alice: *in trouble with the authorities*

Police: Name?

Alice: My name is Victoria Morgan.

Nick: I’m going to fight them.

William: But you’re not armed!

Nick: I am!

William: With what?

Nick: Overconfidence!