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Questionable Content is a comedic slice-of-life webcomic written and drawn by Jeph Jacques.


Number 1-99[edit]

  • Pintsize: Hook me up to the monitor. I'll download you some nice, cheerful porn.
Number 1: Employment Sucks
  • Sara: What do you think would happen if I just grabbed him and humped him behind the counter next time he comes in?
  • Faye: I think you would fulfill a fantasy shared by every shy, submissive boy on the planet. Hump away!
Number 10: Coffeeshop Lust
  • Faye [on the phone]: Hello? Oh, hey mom. Nothing much, just going out to dinner with a friend. Yes, a boy. No, it's not a date. No, I didn't bring the tazer. Mom, he's not a serial rapist, he's a nice guy. Okay I have to go. Bye mom.
  • Marten: Wow, is your mom always that concerned for your personal safety?
  • Faye: You're lucky she's not here in person. You'd have been maced for walking so close to me.
Number 12: In The Interest Of Faye's Safety
  • Faye: I'm just gonna pretend that a roll of quarters in your pocket is what I feel poking into my hip.
Number 19: Better Than A Roll Of Dimes
  • Faye: You almost had a date! But you got dumped at the last minute in favor of an epiphany.
Number 30: Sudden Realizations
  • Marten: Expending all the effort to get the seal off makes the music that much more enjoyable once you get the CD out of the jewel case.
  • Steve: Kind of like taking off a girl's bra?
  • Marten: Yeah, except CDs don't start giggling if it takes you more than fifteen seconds.
Number 31: I Hate It When They Giggle
  • Marten: A lesser man, a man weaker than I, might interject with a lewd or suggestive comment at this juncture.
Number 36: A Lesser Man Indeed
  • Faye: Now buy me a shot of whatever hell-brew you two have been drinking and let's get this party started.
  • Marten: Perhaps not the wisest decision, but a good decision nonetheless!
  • Jimbo: Where I come from, we just shorten that sentence to "woo!"
Number 38: Definition Of A Term
  • Faye: Since when'd you get two couches in here?
  • Marten: One of them is a special couch that only drunk people can see.
Number 41: Low Blow
  • Marten: The only way to deal with computer salespeople is with an overwhelming preemptive strike.
Number 45: Pity, He Asked For It
  • Pintsize: My first commandment is: "Thou shalt not beget electromagnetism in the presence of your Lord".
Number 70: There Can Be Only One
  • Dora: Marten, you'd go out with Faye, right?
  • Marten: I plead the Fifth.
  • Dora: Aww, he's terrified of you. Definitely your type, Faye darling.
Number 75: Provocative
  • Faye: I have attained girlvana!
Number 79: I Want Those Posters Dammit
  • Dora: While they are witty, your comments inch you closer to unemployment with every passing second.
Number 82: Manly Drinks
  • Dora: So do you just want some coffee or would you prefer a quick fuck on the counter?
  • Marten: Guh buh duh huh wha?
  • Dora: I'm just kidding, you ass. Faye is right, you are cute when you get flustered.
  • Marten: Remind me, which of you is the evil twin of the other?
Number 84: First Through The Door
  • Faye: I will kick Steve's ass at drinking the booze, I will kick Pintsize's ass at Trivial Pursuit, and I will kick Dora's ass at being a sexy thing!
  • Marten: Heh. I like how you're talking about kicking people's asses while making punching motions.
  • Faye: Don't you sass me! You will be added to the list! I can make room for one more!
Number 88: Fightin' Mood
  • Faye: I will drink you so far under the table you will come out in an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting in China!
Number 93: This Could Get Messy

Number 100-199[edit]

  • Faye: A girl has to protect her assets. Also her breastets.
Number 100: Bad Timing
  • Marten: It was like being caught in the headlights of a landing 747. A 747 whose passengers were sexiness and rage.
Number 101: Airplane Simile
  • Marten: Okay, either I'm having my first wet dream in ten years, or Pintsize put some LSD in my Cheerios this morning.
Number 106: Faye Is Not Squeamish
  • Marten: Oh my gosh, I think that's one of MY old vibrators! Man, that thing's probably spent over 250 hours in my ass over the years. I thought I'd never see it again when I put it up on eBay two weeks ago!
  • [Faye drops the vibrator.]
  • Faye [rolling up her sleeve]: I hope you are aware that your little put-on has earned you a brutal punching.
  • Marten: The look on your face just now was totally worth it.
Number 107: Marten Gets Sassy
  • Marten: I'm sorry, did you say something? I'm still kinda in tit-shock.
Number 109: Baked Goods
  • Marten [re: Faye and Dora]: See what I mean? They're like two wet cats fighting in a sack.
  • Pintsize: Only sexier!
Number 115: Clank
  • Faye: Actually, it is a credit to your character that you would ply me with drink not to try and get some action, but to hear me say funny words and southern slang.
Number 130: Going For The Bronze
  • Faye [to Dora]: Okay, that does it. We are going to a veterinary clinic to have you spayed.
Number 140: Bob Barker Would Approve
  • Pintsize: He doesn't have to wake up, you know. I have a laser, and we have a garbage disposal.
Number 148: Never Saw It Coming
  • Amanda: That was the day I learned there's no way you can remove your head from another girl's crotch in a nonchalant manner.
  • Marten: At that point you might as well just say, "do you mind? I'm kinda busy," and then go back to what you were doing, because you know it can't get any worse.
Number 165: Hi Mom!
  • Marten: I live to serve your self-esteem, oh radiant goddess of utmost beauty.
  • Faye: Ooh! Say that again, but do it without rolling your eyes this time.
Number 177: Compliment Drift-Nets
  • Faye: Comparing most girls to me is like comparing Sputnik to a space-borne death laser.
Number 179: A Special Girl
  • Faye: If a lady's junk is quiverin', her man must be deliverin'!
Number 180: All A-Quiver
  • Faye: Delicious bourbon
Finest of all the spirits
A drunken haiku
Number 181: Unsupervised Drinking

Number 200-299[edit]

  • Steve: Now, is a Smarmadon a type of Smarmosaur, or is it the other way around?
Number 202: Sexy Clones
  • Marten: I feel sexy now. All makin' ladies' panties wet from 100 yards away - a Sex Jedi!
Number 203: Like Hair On A Wookie
  • Marten: I need to learn some new profanity, 'cause the old standards just aren't cutting it in this situation.
Number 212: Does ThinkGeek Sell Pampers?
  • Dora: Our culture doesn't get smarter, it just finds new ways of being retarded.
Number 240: Ursa Ursa Ursa
  • Faye: Yes! Rampaging bears are the answer to all of our cultural missteps!
Number 240: Ursa Ursa Ursa
  • Ellen: I should just date a shower massage. They don't care about age.
Number 243: Hit The Showers
  • Pintsize: When talking about the human experience, it all comes around to poopin' eventually.
Number 270: Cheap Humor
  • Pintsize: I'm a performance artist, and my medium is irate ladies.
Number 277: Oddly Obvious
  • Pintsize: The Quakers were masters of siege warfare.
Number 282: I Prefer the Trebuchet
  • Dora: Yes, I realize that projecting my internal dialogue onto my cat is perhaps not the healthiest way of dealing with stressful situations.
  • Mieville: Meow.
  • Dora: No, murder is not the answer. You always suggest that.
Number 293: Lost In Translation

Number 300-399[edit]

  • Pintsize: Curses! I am powerless against the might of duct tape!
Number 310: Duck It
  • Faye: When you became my friend you were automatically enrolled in the Menstrual Discussion Plan. For an additional $15.99 per month you can upgrade to the Digestive Issues Bulletin Package.
Number 311: Sneaky Junk
  • Ellen: You know, employing the Socratic Method in the bedroom could be pretty interesting.
Number 317: Ask, Not Tell
  • Faye: Your honesty is the knife twisting in the wound that is my conscience. Also, that was the most emo thing I have ever said. Please just shoot me now before I metaphor again.
Number 340: Also the Most Emo Thing I Have Ever Written
  • Marten: Appealing to Steve's libido has always been more effective than appealing to his conscience.
Number 380: Movin' On Up
  • Pintsize: It was like being hit by a freight train carrying eighty tons of SEX!
Number 387: Tungsten Of Tushes
  • Steve: And as my dad says, "if she's good in bed and not a crazy bitch, she's a keeper."
Number 395: Not Even Orlando Bloom

Number 400-499[edit]

  • Faye: I shop like Puritans have sex - in and out in three minutes, and only for the procreation of children.
Number 424: Her Favorite Sound
  • Pintsize: Spontaneous kindness is to hipsters as high beams are to deer.
Number 430: Another Gift Horse
  • Marten: Funny, I thought you advocated the murder of your patrons.
  • Dora: Well yeah, but not before they pay.
Number 443: Love Indiemarican Style
  • Raven: Me? Sarcastic? Of course not, I'm far too ditzy to grasp the subtleties of mockery.
Number 444: Quite Beyond Her
  • Raven: You know, I never really got that phrase. All life isn't suffering. Sometimes there are parties and makeouts! And marijuana!
Number 453: She's Seriously Kinda Crazy
  • Marten: At this point it's either continue to be patient or kill you and dump your body in a ditch, and I wouldn't last five minutes in prison.
  • Faye: You could plead not guilty by reason of insanity on my part. "The bitch was CRAZY, Your Honor!" The judge will let you off the hook and then invite you out for a beer so he can complain to you about his ex-wife and rebellious daughter.
Number 462: The Best Defense
  • Marten [to Steve]: I should probably stage an intervention or send you to detox or something, but your descent into the booze-madness is honestly pretty entertaining.
Number 472: It's Not Going Well
  • Faye: The quickest way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, because then you don't have to chop through that pesky rib cage.
Number 478: I Get Knocked Down
  • Faye: When a housecat kills a human he is regarded as a god by his feline peers.
Number 493: Ambush!
  • Pintsize: What's this about squirrels and acid? Let me tell you, dissolving a squirrel is a lot more work than you think.
Number 499: This Is A Theory Of Mine

Number 500-599[edit]

  • Marten: Man, I'd be the worst praying mantis ever. "Oh sure, you can bite my head off without mating with me, I understand. You have ISSUES."
  • Hannelore: Hey, I wouldn't be all that great myself. "Oh sure, you can mate with me once I've finished grooming my claws and OH GOD A PIECE OF APHID IS STUCK TO THEM I HAVE TO GO BOIL MYSELF AAGH"
Number 520: Hblughlaghl
  • Hannelore: Okay Hannelore, moral debate time. Do we leave quietly and hope the shock erased his short-term memory of this evening, or do we call the hospital and hope Faye doesn't come home soon?
  • Pintsize: I don't know who you are but I like your style.
Number 529: Technically She's Trespassing Now
  • Faye: Now, the expected thing fer me to do here would be to flip out 'an make a big scene, but given what I've seen of Marty's prowess with th' ladies I'm guessin' there's a perfectly rational explanation fer all this.
Number 532: Hello There
  • Faye: Figures the first girl you bring home'd be a stalker.
Number 533: I Am Seriously That Introverted
  • Dora: You're useless when you're high on catnip, you know that?
  • Mieville: Mewww mew?
  • Dora: No I will NOT put on Dark Side of the Moon and The Wizard of Oz for you. Goddamned stoner cat.
Number 538: Also Some Nachos Please
  • Raven: "Frame of mind"? What does that have to do with dating? Be like Toucan Sam! Follow your nose! Or, uh, your junk. Be a horny Toucan Sam!
Number 541: Captain Crunch EWWW
  • Raven: I'm a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in an AWESOME rack.
Number 542: Playing Her Like A Fiddle
  • Dora: Cashmere is comfy, but it just can't compare with steaming human entrails.
Number 563: Serial Killer Couture
  • Pintsize: Ooh, you're going to Savannah? Take me with you!
  • Faye: No way. Sherman didn't burn the city and I'm not gonna let you do it either.
Number 571: Juanita Was His Favorite
  • Faye: Life would be so much easier if violence really was a good way of solving problems. I wasn't meant to be a young lady of the 21st century, I was meant to be a Mongol warlord.
  • Dora: Genghis Khan would have been totally emo over you.
Number 576: Thwarted By The Great Wall
  • Raven: I like how Axe body spray smells, but it doesn't make me want to hump inanimate objects like in the commercials. Which is sort of disappointing.
Number 583: Commercials Lie
  • Dora: You sure you can handle closing all by yourself, Raven?
  • Raven: Uh-huh! If anyone asks me for a drink I don't know how to make I'll just hit 'em with a carafe and drag 'em out back.
Number 599: The Old Standby

Number 600-699[edit]

  • Dora: Threesomes are a lot like Communism - they're a great idea on paper but in reality they rarely work well.
Number 600: It's Assumed That He Is Joking
  • Marten: I think I exude a pheromone that causes existential conflict in ladies. I'm like some sort of rare Uncertainty Moth.
Number 608: Worrywarts
  • Dora: They should give RealDolls the ability to press charges. Although I guess that'd remove one of their major selling points.
Number 633: For The Man Who Has Everything?
  • Hannelore: You don't have to try very hard to play free-jazz. Just throw a saxophone down a flight of stairs.
Number 637: There Is Probably An Emo Band Named FallDownStairs
  • Dora: Can you see the little dollar signs in my pupils? Those little dollar signs represent PROFITS.
  • Marten: Really? I thought they were just novelty contact lenses.
Number 653: That Is A Happy Cactus
  • Pintsize: If a guitar is a phallic symbol and keyboards are female, does that mean keytars are hermaphrodites? Hot.
Number 660: It's Been A Long Weekend
  • Faye: Is there a full moon tonight or something? There must be a reason every boy I know is acting RETARDED.
Number 683: A Lunar Explanation
  • Marten: Is there a reason this [employment application] is written in iambic pentameter?
  • Tai: Oh, joyous day, you passed the test! You're hired.
  • Marten: What? Oh, I get it. Librarian humor.
  • Tai: Dewey decimal system? Do we EVER!
Number 691: That One Never Gets Old

Number 700-799[edit]

  • Marten: Is there a word for when somebody does something completely illogical, but in a perfectly logical manner? Because I really could use that word right now.
Number 707: My Apologies To Takehiko Inoue
  • Faye: Dora's beauty regimen involves goat's blood, grave dust, and a full STD test.
  • Dora: Yeah well FAYE'S beauty regimen involves a box of donuts, a shot of bourbon, and self-deception.
  • Raven: Sometimes I can't tell whether you guys are friends or you hate each other.
Number 708: Go Happy
  • Faye: Get used to it. Working at Coffee of Doom means subjecting yourself to a neverending parade of inventive nicknamery.
Number 729: Biology Department
  • Hannelore: Don't you try and out-creepy me, little man. My first words when I was a toddler were "thousand-yard stare".
Number 730: Creeped Out Again
  • VespAvenger: Any last words?
  • Faye [to Dora]: Why are you grabbing my butt?
  • Dora: If I gotta go, I might as well go happy.
Number 747: Latin Humor
  • Penelope: He was pretty handsome for a religious leader. But then, it'd be hard NOT to look good in one of those awesome pope-hats.
Number 769: Then The Left One
  • Marten: Actually, I was fired from the morgue for juggling heads. Specifically, for juggling heads badly and making a mess on the floor.
Number 772: I Miss Sexy Losers
  • Tai: I dunno, bachelor's degrees make pretty good placemats if you get 'em laminated.
Number 789: Animal House

Number 800-899[edit]

  • Faye: You think everybody secretly does porn.
Number 803: It Must Be On A Remote Server Or Something
  • Dr. Corrine: "Just go out and bang some dude" is one of the phrases you will never hear a psychiatrist say. Other such phrases include "I think the heroin is doing you a lot of good," and "Jesus, no WONDER your mother never loved you."
Number 809: Devil's Advocate
  • Faye: Screw the bar, let's get drunk and play with Hanners' suction cups!
Number 829: Pintsize Taught Her
  • Dora: I will not tolerate mutiny! Not even if chocolate is involved!
Number 835: The Bounty
  • Tai: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Especially if it's been soaked in cheap whiskey.
Number 842: A Chip Off The Ol' Block
  • Hannelore: Hey, what are those two assembly robots doing? THAT doesn't look like part of the assembly process.
  • Faye: It could be, if the robot on top doesn't pull out in time.
  • Pintsize: Mom?!
Number 847: It Happens To Everyone Eventually
  • Hannelore: Can I HANDLE it? I am a cleaning NINJA. I'll make that dirt my BITCH.
Number 865: Knuckles

Number 900-999[edit]

  • Faye: If I became physically attracted to things that irked me, the world would burst into flame from the friction of my furious humping.
Number 900: Maybe At A Swingers' Party?
  • Faye: Well that's just awful. I have just the thing to cheer you up, though - a 100% genuine unicorn hair, guaranteed to grant you eternal life. Only two thousand dollars!
Number 945: I Heart Alan Moore
  • Dora [to Hannelore]: Your mom should write a book "Everything I Needed to Know About Management I Learned From Watching James Bond Movies."
Number 961: Skull Island Franchise
  • Dora: Maturity is knowing you were an idiot in the past.
  • Marten: If that's true, then wisdom is knowing that you'll be an idiot in the future.
  • Faye: And common sense is knowing that you should try not to be an idiot NOW.
Number 976: Dora Dharma
  • Marten: In Canada they have socialized asskicking. It's called "hockey."
Number 988: Wayne Gretzky, MD

Number 1000-1099[edit]

  • Hannelore: Oh! It was a pun! I'm sorry. Daddy didn't allow puns when I was growing up.
Numer 1007: Weird Flavor
  • Faye: My chest is not the Make-A-Wish Foundation!
Number 1012: Think Of The Children
  • Steve: Holy shit. He's a serial killer. He has to be. NOBODY'S that perfect.
Number 1027: Holy Exposition, Batman
  • Marten: I wonder what cymbal testers do for fun. Hihat scrimshaw? Novelty gong-craft? Or do they just go home, take twenty Advils, and listen to the soothing sounds of felt?
Number 1054: Not The Band, The Actual Fabric
  • Faye: You DO know that Hanners is off-limits, right?
  • Sven: I see flashing lights, dudes in hard hats waving flags, and about three miles of caution tape. There's a big sign that says "DETOUR - ANY OTHER FEMALE IN EXISTENCE."
Number 1076 Road Flares and Jersey Barriers
  • Faye: Are you always this smug after you ravish a lady?
Number 1082: Nobody Likes That Kind

Number 1100-1199[edit]

  • Hannelore: Man, good thing human females don't have venomous ovipositors, huh?
Number 1101: Better Left Unsaid
  • Hannelore: When you're done having, uh, sex, what do you say?
  • Faye: Huh?
  • Hannelore: I mean, do you say "thank you" or "good job" or "that was fun" or what?
  • Faye: Um, I guess you COULD...
  • Hannelore: "Boy, that sure triggered a lot of MY dopamine receptors! Thanks for helping me trick my body into believing it fulfilled its genetic imperative!"
  • Faye: That's a bit... clinical for pillow talk.
Number 1109: Salutatory
  • Raven: I might not be the sharpest bulb in the box but I'm not THAT gullible.
Number 1115: Mixed Metaphor
  • Hannelore: Really? So you're NOT all highly-trained actors being paid off by my parents to offer me the illusion of a normal social life?
Number 1144: Geppetto: The Later Years
  • Hannelore: As far as pathogens go, friendship is pretty okay.
Number 1145: Typhoid Marten
  • Sven: "Roses are red,
violets are blue,
you're really hot,
let's fuck."
Number 1189: Lurid Verse

Number 1200-1299[edit]

  • Pintsize: Human cusswords focus on mating, excretion and genitalia. Robot cusswords focus on mashing on homerow. ASDF is a four-letter word.
Number 1200: Don't Even Mention Dvorak
  • Faye: There once was a girl named Penelope
whose love life was quite a sad sight to see
then Wil came along
with a poem 'bout his dong
now she's celibate 'cause of his imagery.
Number 1205: Shouldn't Have Brought That One Along
  • Tai: Th-that was probably just somebody's escaped tarantula. Right?
Marten: Either way, next time I go down to the stacks I'm bringin' a flamethrower.
Hannelore: You guys saw that too? Thank goodness. I thought I was hallucinating again.
Number 1211: One Can Only Hope
  • Sven: What am I supposed to say, "I'm sorry my friend is a creepy motherfucker, but will you please go out on a date with him anyway?"
Number 1213: A Meeting Engagement
  • Faye: Sven and I are acquaintances, who occasionally happen to bump into each other. Naked. With our crotches.
  • Marten: Man, I wish I'd had those kind of female acquaintances back in college.
Number 1221: Accidental Collisions
  • Pintsize: What do humans typically do when they find themselves leaking an unknown substance from one of their orifices?
Faye: They...go to the doctor?
Pintsize: NO, they go post pictures of it on the internet.
Number 1254: Does This Look Infected?
  • Sven: A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long.
Number 1274: Guy Fawkes Day Works Too

Number 1300-1399[edit]

  • Marten: Dammit, how come girls are only interested in me now that I'm dating someone?!
  • Tai: People in committed relationships emit a pheromone that makes them more attractive.
  • Marten: I gotta get some stronger deodorant.
Number 1322: Or Stop Showering
  • Hannelore: Beethoven's Fifth reminds me of Canada. I don't know why. I've never been to Canada.
Number 1336: Canasthesia
  • Sven: Since when do you get to judge my worth as a person? You're my intern, not my conscience.
  • Lydia: I'm double majoring in Music and Being a Decent Human Being.
Number 1339: It's A Pun On "1000 Hertz" You See
  • Marten: There are other fish in the sea, and they're not all Asshole Cod.
Number 1346: Jerks Cousteau
  • Sven: I'd self-immolate but I wouldn't want to inconvenience the neighbors.
Number 1347: The Honorable Course
  • Steve: Any recent Faye drama I should be aware of?
  • Marten: I could try and explain, or you could just watch a random episode of "Days of our Lives."
Number 1351: Playing Catch-Up
  • Hannelore: Marten, your girlfriend is thinking dirty thoughts about me! Make her stop!
Number 1360: She'll Be Fine In An Hour Or So

Number 1400-1499[edit]

  • Faye: My right boob sags a little more than my left. I call it the Underachiever.
Number 1405: To Make A List
  • Hannelore: My name is Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham. I end messes.
Number 1416: Come With Me If You Want To Live
  • Marten: After what happened with Sven, I don't wanna see you get hurt like that again.
  • Faye: So, what, if I try to throw myself at some crappy boy you're gonna tackle me?
  • Marten: Actually, I'll use a net. Hannelore will administer a sedative, and Dora will drive the getaway van.
Number 1423: They've Been Planning For Days
  • Sven: My artistic integrity wears a gimp suit and lives in a box.
Number 1424: He WoWs When Depressed
  • Marten: Bartender, fetch us some frosty beers and fancy outfits!
Number 1425: With Maximum Ridiculosity
  • Marten: Dude, if a park ranger warns you about the bears, it ain't cause he's tryin' to keep all the bear hugs for himself.
Number 1426: Reverse Bechdel Test
  • Marten: But I figure you're better off strikin' out swingin' than watchin' the balls go past.
  • Angus: So I should watch out for the bears, but not be afraid to swing if they toss me a ball?
  • Marten: It's an awful mixed analogy, but I'd watch the SHIT out of that if it was on ESPN.
Number 1427: Bearsball
  • Pintsize: Do not mock the Breast Jihad!
Number 1460: Initiate Threat Protocol
  • Faye: Aww, it's been FOREVER since I've had to punch you! What a delightful wave of nostalgia!
Number 1462: The Good Old Days
  • Faye: I demand a tumbler full of gin and a fainting couch!
Number 1471: Gettin' Darcified
  • Hannelore: Um, what's this?
  • Dora: It's coffee. Like you asked for?
  • Hannelore: How... how does it work?
  • Dora: You put it down on the counter, then go back to your apartment and go to sleep.
  • Hannelore: Ohhhhh.
Number 1477: Read Manual Before Operation

Number 1500-1599[edit]

  • Pintsize: Aw, man, now I want wang-limbs.
Number 1500: Freud Would Have A Field Day
  • Marten: You have a black velvet painting of yourself in your bedroom?
Steve: I had it hanging over my mantle for a while, but I found it works better for a POST-coital conversation piece.
Number 1508: Please Say It Isn't True
  • Dora: "Us?" No, no, no, I'm a small business owner. You're the underachieving peon.
Number 1509: Stop Poking Me
  • Tai: I'm glad you have a sense of humor, but could you please not bring it to work with you?
Number 1512: Is It A Coping Mechanism?
  • Dora: OH MY GOD YOU ARE GONNA BE SO HOT WHEN YOU GO GRAY
Number 1515: A Glimpse Into The Future
  • Henry: Faye, it was lovely meeting you. I, ah, about last night, did I do something... untoward?
  • Faye: Not at all! I think our arrangement is gonna work out just fine. I'm pretty sure I was ovulating, and I feel the most wonderful... GLOW this morning, just like mom did when I was conceived! Now remember, fifty grand when it's born or the little bastard goes to China to make Nikes.
  • Henry: W-what...
  • Maurice: Oh Henry, you're gonna be a father! Again!
  • Marten: Stop messing with my dad, guys. You're gonna give him a heart attack.
Number 1522: Never Sign Anything When Drunk
  • Tai: Guys this started off as a fun little diversion but if I end up having to testify in court I'm gonna be SO PISSED.
Number 1542: Yes, Your Honor
  • Marten: Dear universe: if this is really how you work, may I please have a 1952 Telecaster?
Number 1543: Ask And Ye Shall Receive
  • Steve: Haha, well, you know that picture of me flexin' in front of the grizzly bear? That's actually my girlfriend. But don't worry, we have an open relationship.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Cosette: Meh, could be worse. You wanna come upstairs?
  • Steve: Who the hell have you been going on dates with?
Number 1551: Making The Best Of It
  • Angus: I maybe a social leper, but at least my weirdo shut-in gamer roommate still likes me! HOORAY!
Marigold: You insensitive ASShole!
Number 1560: Robot Art
  • Faye: I have great tits coded right into my genes!
Number 1562: Sexy Breeding
  • Faye: I'm taking your boyfriend to dinner, Dora. I promise to return him in pristine condition.
  • Dora: You better. If there are any dents or scratches on him I'm keeping the security deposit.
Number 1563: I'm Sure Marten Agrees
  • Faye: You are a true friend, Flower Pits.
Number 1564: Tai's A Secret Girl
  • Hannelore: I MUST ELIMINATE ALL WITNESSES OF MY CRIME.
Dora: BAD Hanners! NO murdering friends! BAD!
Number 1576: Last Possible Resort
  • Pintsize: When the singularity hits I will BECOME PORN.
Number 1586: Just Your Average Everyday
  • Marten: "Sure, my lawn is made of solid gold, but my neighbor's AstroTurf looks so inviting."
Number 1593: Tainclusion
  • Tai: My ideal is basically you, only single.
  • Dora: Then once they perfect cloning technology, you can have Dora-2.
  • Marten: I call dibs on Doras three through fifteen. Gonna start me a clone-harem.
Number 1596: Polydora

Number 1600-1699[edit]

  • Faye: What's with the cricket bat, Hanners?
  • Hannelore: I, uh, thought you might've snapped and, um, started killing everyone.
  • Faye: Geez, glass houses, lady! Glass houses!
  • Dora: I'm glad I'm not the only one with a contingency plan for that.
Number 1604: DefCon Faye
  • Faye: What's the point of havin' a rapier wit if I can't use it to stab people?
Number 1615: Last Party She Was Invited To
  • Dora: If your pay was based on good PR your great-grandchildren would still be working off the debt.
Number 1622: Postmodern Feudalism
  • Pintsize: I'll suck your dick for a chimichanga!
Number 1627: Pintsize Stoops To New Lows
  • Dora: I swear, you two aren't underachievers so much as ANTIachievers.
Number 1649: Everyone's A Hypocrite
  • Wil: I do believe that young lady was attempting to hit on you.
  • Sven: Meh. Could you grab me a fresh napkin? This one's got phone number all over it.
Number 1650: Please, I'm Trying To Eat
  • Faye: Tsk, it's always the uptight ones that end up total pokesluts.
Number 1660: Physical Contact Sports
  • Marten: There needs to be a word for those brief moments of clarity where you realize how profoundly weird your life is.
  • Hannelore: I take medication to prevent those moments. Would you like some?
Number 1666: Present-Shock
  • Dora: Come ON, Marten, get in here and stick your cock in me already!
  • Faye: CHRIST, woman, we're tryin' to have a moment of friendship here! You can have his cock in a minute!
  • Dora: BUT I WANT IT NOWWWWWWWWW
  • Marten: I realize there's a certain lowering of boundaries that comes with us all living together, but this is ridiculous.
Number 1669: They're Channeling Yelling Bird
  • Hannelore: Baking is wonderful! It's like science for hungry people!
Number 1679: Sweet Science
  • Dora: You have the most AMAZING RACK in that dress. It is seriously incredible.
Number 1684: Painfully Honest

Number 1700-1799[edit]

  • Tai: I promise not to seduce your girlfriend if I get a cookie!
Number 1701: Cookie Cthulhu-The Cookie That Eats YOU
  • Hannelore: My favorite part was when you took on those four guys at once! And then that giant dog!
Number 1702: She's Totally Playing Into It
  • Faye: Stockholm Syndrome makes for extremely loyal, productive employees. That's how Apple does it!
  • Dora: No, that's Stock OPTIONS Syndrome. Totally different motivation mechanism.
Number 1705: Thank God It's Not Publicly Traded
  • Dora: I need to know if she's a reliable employee, not how good she is in bed.
  • Steve: The same qualities apply! She's goal-oriented, good at staying on-task, takes direction well but readily displays her own initiative...
  • Cosette: CAN WE NOT DISCUSS THIS IN PUBLIC
Number 1706: Her Many Qualifications
  • Hannelore: Oh my gosh, first I get a REAL JOB, then I HUG SOMEONE IN A SOCIALLY APPROPRIATE MANNER? I'm making so much progress today! Maybe I'm finally ready to try TACO BELL!
Number 1709: It's Important To Have Goals
  • Dora: I don't believe in curses, but you're also not going to see me walking under a ladder while holding a black cat.
  • Faye: Would that cancel out? Or is it like multiplying two negative numbers?
Number 1710: Bad Juju
  • Faye: That throw was AMAZING! You hit me square in the head from like 20 feet away! We should get you some TOMAHAWKS!
  • Penelope: Could you show me how to do that judo-hold you put me in? It REALLY hurt!
  • Dora: I'd fire you both, but I'm afraid you'd team up and start robbing convenience stores or something.
Number 1718: Comrades at Arms
  • Cosette: The contempt-face isn't working. What do I do?
  • Faye: This one's a special case. I recommend the 9-iron.
  • Angus: Oh what, I have to be an EMPLOYEE to haze the rookie?
Number 1723: An Extensive Armory
  • Faye [clinking glasses with Angus]: Well, here's to compromise, then.
  • Angus: May we be able to look back on our lives when we're old and say "meh, good enough, I guess."
Number 1734: To Mediocrity
  • Faye: I don't know what's going on in that crazy purple head of yours, but you better get it in check before you fuck EVERYTHING up. If you haven't already.
Number 1744: Did She Break The Latch?
  • Sven: Oh hey, if you know any cute single girls...
  • [beat panel]
  • Sven: Actually, you should probably keep them away from me. See ya.
  • Marten: What is with everyone tonight? Is it some kinda fuckin' angst solstice?
Number 1747: Something's In The Air Tonight
  • Pintsize: LESS TALKING, MORE HOT MAKE-UP SEX
Number 1749: Relationship Guru
  • Faye: I thought our entire social circle was going to implode all 'cause I didn't put on some goddamn PANTS.
  • Dora: To be fair, you weren't wearing a bra, either.
Number 1750: The Great Destabilizers
  • Sven: You have my word that if she somehow MAGICALLY overcomes her crippling anxieties and throws herself at me, I'll say no.
  • Hannelore: I can only think of a couple instances where I'd throw myself at you. Maybe if a bus was coming at us or something.
Number 1755: Or A Velociraptor
  • Hannelore: Can you explain how, exactly, Sven would "seduce" me?
  • Faye: Okay, here goes. First, he takes you shopping at that store with all the cute little organizational bullshit and buys you whatever you want. Then you eat at that vegan cafe that wins "Cleanest Dining in the Valley" every year. After dinner, you go back to your place, where you watch a movie about fonts he rented. When the movie ends, he turns to you, looks deep into your eyes... and offers to clean your kitchen.
Number 1760: Helvetica
  • Faye: I WILL LET YOU TOUCH MY BOOBS IF YOU'LL SHUT UP
Number 1774: Like a Terrier
  • Faye: I'd refer you to my therapist but she's already said she won't work with anyone else in my social circle.
Number 1782: Too Hot To Handle
  • Faye: I oughta get a warning label tattooed under my boobs or something.
Number 1784: License Required
  • Dora: It's been wonderful, sweetie. It really has. But I think we should call it quits.
Number 1799: Tracking Sounds Alone

Number 1800-1899[edit]

  • Faye: Right now I would like nothing more than to beat you so hard you need to eat through a straw for the rest of your life. But Marty asked me not to. You ruined a perfectly good thing for the STUPIDEST REASON POSSIBLE. You need HELP. I'm going to my therapist today, and I'm getting you a referral. And if you don't follow it up, so help me God I WILL put you in the emergency room.
Number 1802: Past Mistake
  • Marten: Yeah, common side effects of the Worry Hat include silly appearance, headsweats, impaired hearing, and compulsive fiddling with the pom-pom.
Number 1806: I'll Be By Your Side
  • Tai: If you want a free lunch that bad, you can go forage for acorns in the park. How many angry squirrels do you think you could take in a fight?
Number 1809: Lohn & Brot
  • Veronica: ...So, do you want me to kill Dora for you?
  • Marten: What?! No!
  • Veronica: Don't worry about me, honey! I've lived a long, happy life. I wouldn't mind spending my twilight years in prison if it would make you feel better.
  • Marten: Love you too, mom.
Number 1820: We Share Our Mother's Health
  • Marten: Goddammit, you showed them the picture of me with the dildo, didn't you.
Number 1827: The Drapery Falls
  • Veronica: I suppose it would be incredibly bad form for me to seduce you.
  • Sven: 'Fraid so.
  • Marten: That's it, I'm going back to bed.
Number 1831: Something About Us
  • Veronica: Excuse me, is Dora in?
  • Penelope: You must be Marten's mom. She's hiding under the counter.
  • Dora: I TOLD YOU TO SAY I WAS IN CANADA
Number 1832: Beware The Friendly Stranger
  • Marten: You don't have any opinions or useful advice for me here?
  • Veronica: Honey, I married a gay man and routinely sleep with men old enough to be my children. You're asking the wrong parent.
Number 1839: Question Is Complete
  • Dora: There are things lurking in my saved draft posts that would make a heartbroken 14 year old go "oh come on, that's a bit much."
Number 1848: Back in Black... Again
  • Faye: If you could have any job in the world, what would you be?
  • Angus: Professional sexmaster.
  • Faye: No fictional positions. Especially ones you're not qualified for.
  • Angus: Ooh, ouch.
Number 1851: The Teller To His Penn
  • Angus: ...And the bartender's like "well, that stool wasn't damp BEFORE you sat down, lady."
Number 1857: An Auspicious Meeting
  • Faye: My boobs are a powerful narcotic.
Number 1871: Schedule 1 Bosoms
  • Marigold: I fucking HATE IT in movies and TV shows where they have the nerdy weirdo girl and all they have to do is comb her hair and put on some makeup and all of a sudden she's SO BEAUTIFUL HOW DID WE EVER NOT NOTICE BEFORE. That's not how it WORKS in real life. It's BULLSHIT.
Number 1880: Marigold Is Pretty Harsh
  • Tai: This is either butterflies in my stomach or food poisoning. I really hope it's just food poisoning.
Number 1881: Flippity Flop
  • Hannelore: You had a BONER on my COUCH?!
Number 1885: Hanneluminol
  • Faye: Are you always this hyperactive after sex, or am I just that good?
  • Angus: Who cares? I'm gonna go wrestle a bear.
Number 1887: Okay This Is Probably NSFW
  • Marten: Please tell me Faye's in the bedroom, and you're not just dancing around my apartment with nothing but a hot pink condom on.
  • Angus: It's really more of a puce.
Number 1888: Operation M.A.N.A.S.S.
  • Marten: Yo dude, you finally tap that ass?
  • Angus: Dude I hit that shit so hard the fuckin' National Endowment for the Arts gave me a grant.
  • Marten: Daaaaaaaaaang
  • Faye: I CAN STILL HEAR YOU, ASSHOLES
Number 1890: Male Ritual
  • Pintsize: I was there for you when you didn't have any human friends! Every time you've ever been depressed, I've listened! When you and Dora broke up, I was the first person to try and make you feel better! And all I get is a FOUR?!
  • Marten: You HARASS all my human friends! You make fun of me if I'm sad! You taped a drawing of Dora's ass to your back and tried to get me to fuck you.
  • Pintsize: What I MEANT to say was, "Wow, a four? You're such a great friend, Marten."
Number 1899: Grading On A Curve

Number 1900-1999[edit]

  • Hannelore: MARTEN MAKE THE SCARY MAN GO AWAY
Number 1902: Oh God That FACE
  • Marten: You tracked her down at work via Twitter? And took a picture that you were gonna post online without her permission? Do you even UNDERSTAND why that might come off as a little creepy?
  • Faye: It'll be easy to hide the body. I know a place.
Number 1909: Sob Story
  • Steve: I dunno, dude. Sometimes you gotta take one for the team. Letting the rest of us see Tai and Dora makin' out is one of those times.
  • Marten: Pintsize said the same thing. I hope you're proud of yourself.
  • Steve: Pintsize is a chill bro.
Number 1937: Speaker of the Bros
  • Raven: I sensed that someone needed help with science and swooped to the rescue!
  • Hannelore: Thank you, Science Fairy!
Number 1939: Raven Returns
  • Faye: You're my boafregh. My boyfremb. You're my borthreim. You're... you're my boyfling DAMMIT I'M SORRY
  • Angus: No no, keep trying! This is way cuter than I was expecting!
  • Raven: Ooh, I want a boyfling!
Number 1943: Her Bremflem
  • Jim: Sorry, my daughter walked back from her mom's place and wanted to know when I'd be home.
  • Dora: Aww.
  • Samantha: Okay, I totally have time to clean this up.
Number 1957: Daddy Dearest
  • Marten: This is weird. I've never really been friends with an ex before.
  • Dora: It's nice. I won't have to drag your body out to the old quarry.
Number 1966: Catching Up
  • Faye: Are you gonna come in and hang out with us, or sit out here and look all Zen-contented for the rest of the night?
  • Marten: I'd like to come inside but both my legs are asleep.
Number 1970: Nervous Breakdown
  • Dora: We're both remembering the last time we had sex, aren't we.
  • Marten: Second-to-last time, actually.
  • Dora: Ooh, yeah. That was way better.
Number 1980: Been There, Done That
  • Dora: Sweetie, your problem's simple. You just have to figure out what you want from life, and then go for it.
  • [beat panel]
  • Marten: I want a cheeseburger. And a haircut. Wait, no. Haircut, then cheeseburger. Don't wanna have meat-burps in the barber's face.
  • Dora: A truly earthshaking personal epiphany.
Number 1982: Reach For That Brass Ring
  • Sentient Toaster: I make bread FUN!
Number 1999: It's Been A Recurring Problem

Number 2000-2099[edit]

  • Pintsize: Hey, hot stuff. What's your name?
  • Momo: Do you not recognize me, Pintsize? It's me. Momo. THIS is for all the times you tried to look under my skirt! And THIS is for changing my startup tone to farty noises!
  • Marigold: I'm sorry!
  • Marten: It's cool. I'll give her 5 more minutes or until his head caves in, whichever happens first.
Number 2002: The Countess of Monte Cristo
  • Momo: I can cook for you! Now that I can actually reach the stove and refrigerator, I can make you healthy meals!
  • Marigold: Psh yeah, great. I can't even take care of myself, I need a robot to do it. That's not pathetic at all.
  • Momo: I can also reach your head to smack you upside it when you are being unreasonable.
Number 2003: She's A Bit Of A Pout
  • Marten: Can you just hire someone like that?
  • Tai: Sure, why not? As long as I don't go over budget or burn the library down, I basically have free reign. Besides, how did you think I got your unqualified ass a job?
  • Marten: Hey, my ass has plenty of qualifications!
  • Momo: Is that something you are supposed to put on your resume?
Number 2007: It's Good For Sitting
  • Padma: You got a robot pregnant?!
Number 2009: Who's Your Daddy
  • [After a Pokemon quiz given to Momo by Samantha.]
  • Marten: Do you really know all that, or are you looking at Wikipedia in your head?
  • Momo: Please. I live with Marigold.
Number 2010: PokeMasters
  • Samantha: All hail Froglord, king of the amphibians
Number 2026: Lord Of The Flies
  • Marten: Note to self: start knocking before entering your apartment.
Number 2030: Duck!
  • Faye: Give me a coping mechanism on the rocks.
  • Wil: I don't believe I know that drink.
  • Faye: It's easy. You put two ice cubes in a glass, then dump 'em out and fill it with bourbon.
Number 2039: First Profession
  • Marten: Sorry, sorry, it's really hard to have a serious conversation when you're all stuffy-sounding.
  • Faye: I do lag a cerdain grabitas ad the mobent.
Number 2044: At Least Let The Bleeding Stop
  • Hannelore: I... I think I need a cigarette...
  • Tai: Seriously. Forget girls, I'm an audiosexual now.
Number 2050: There's A Limiter To Your Love
  • Marten: Your boobs are amazing, too.
  • Padma: I know, right? Ever since I was fourteen, it's been like, "Damn, girl!"
Number 2057: Bras Are Hard To Draw
  • Marten: Dammit Steve, you're supposed to be helping me feel better.
  • Steve: Hey, I tried to chestbump you when you told me, but you got all weird about it.
Number 2061: Brojected
  • Faye: I meant it when I said I loved you too.
  • Angus: I spent the whole weekend wondering if you just blurted it out 'cause I put you on the spot.
  • Faye: Well... yeah, that's kinda what happened. But I did mean it retrospectively!
  • Angus: Good enough.
Number 2067: Take It Or Leave It
  • Momo: Yes, our years-long struggle to attain even the most basic civil rights is all a smokescreen for our sinister plan to turn you all into nutrient soup for our bio-droids.
  • Marigold: Can I be a bio-droid? That sounds cool.
  • Clinton: I'll happily operate the soupifier if I can be on you guys' side.
  • Hannelore: This is why people scare me more than robots.
Number 2069: I For One Welcome
  • Marigold: You can look at the stars and say "they sure are pretty" without having to calculate how many light-years away each one is.
  • Clinton: Not if you want to GET to them someday.
  • Hannelore: It took years of therapy before I could look up at night without having a panic attack.
Number 2072: Spectrum Analysis Is Cooler Anyway
  • Marten and Padma [thinking]: I'm in trouble.
Number 2074: On The Double
  • Dora: Oh, he is so screwed.
  • Raven: For the next couple weeks, anyway.
Number 2079: Figuraliterally
  • Elliot: You ought to expect better of people. It encourages you to be a better person yourself. Also, maybe put some pants on.
Number 2081: Great Expectations
  • Faye: Angus loves me. He LOVES me. And I love him. And I was trying to pin down WHY I love him. He's funny, he's smart, he can stand up to me... But deep down, what if the main reason I love him is that it means I'm not alone? Is that enough?
Number 2082: Worry Town
  • Faye: Now that I feel better, I can't justify eating this entire bag of cookies.
Number 2084: Bow Before Your Cookiemaster

Number 2100-2199[edit]

  • Pintsize: Either this is the best virtual peyote I've ever had, or you really are a talking cactus.
Number 2103: Yearly Pilgrimage
  • Hannelore: Sorry, the government made dad take the lasers out.
  • Marten: You too, huh?
Number 2107: Sweet Ride
  • Spaceship: You humans and your faulty plumbing take all the glamor out of space travel.
Number 2110: Fuck Yeah Lens Flare
  • Hannelore: I called my dad "Science Daddy" until I was 17.
Number 2113: Biggie Ain't Dead
  • Hannelore: You know how obsessive I am about cleanliness? I was WAY worse when I was little. I'd spend days adjusting the bedsheets, or the curtains, or worrying about dust bunnies under the bed, even though Station never let any dust build up. And those were my FUNCTIONAL days. Some days I'd just have constant panic attacks and scream until I passed out. Or I'd be so drugged out on sedatives I'd just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Hannelore: Wanna see pictures? I have a photo album!
Number 2117: Photonomicon
  • Station: Blink once for "go fuck yourself"; twice for "apology accepted".
Number 2119: Compensation
  • Dora: Why did you give him espresso?! I told you not to give him espresso!
  • Pintsize [in a suit of armor]: NOW ENDS THE AGE OF MAN
  • Faye: That's what we should tell them we missed while they were gone.
  • Pintsize: Why can't I wear the wedding dress?!
Number 2126: I, Eschaton
  • John: Just how old am I now, anyway?
  • Hannelore: You're fifty-six!
  • John: Fifty six?! Good lord, this is no time for a party! I've got so much to accomplish before I die!
Number 2129: Pretty Spry For An Old Guy
  • Dr. Bernadette Case: Now I'm going to toss this apple into the path of the laser! Observe the reaction!
  • Marigold: THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE
Number 2131: Trashbot Loves You
  • Marigold: Maybe Station put some kinda cyborg implant in [Hannelore's] brain that made her less crazy!
  • Marten: Marigold, I don't think-
  • Dr. Bernadette Case: Actually, that's one of the more popular theories.
Number 2134: Cybersanity
  • Marten: Marigold thinks Station gave you a cybernetic implant to help with your, uh, mental problems.
  • Hannelore: Station! They KNOW!
  • Station: Acknowleg'd. Releasin' hunter killer drois.
  • Hannelore: ...Just kidding.
Number 2135: They Also Serve Drinks
  • Hannelore: I'm going to wash my hands. I want a drink waiting for me when I get back, and they better be at LEAST making eye contact.
Number 2140: Helping Things Along
  • Lt. Potter: FUCK YEAH HUG THE SHIT OUT OF HIM
Number 2146: Applause Discouraged
  • Hannelore: Well, my friends have taught me that a little physical contact isn't so bad once in awhile.
  • [Beat panel as John turns to look at Marten.]
  • John: Schtup my daughter, eh? I'll box you stupid and have you out the airlock before you can say Higgs Boson!
Number 2147: Scienceweight Division
  • Hannelore: Someday, everything is going to go right for you, and it will be so wonderful you won't even know what to do.
  • Marigold: ...Will there be cake?
Number 2150: Ice Cream, Too
  • Lt. Potter: Let's get outta here before they start trying to arm-wrestle the hunter-killer droids.
  • Marten: I dunno, if they're gonna do THAT I might stick around.
Number 2151: Take Her, Please
  • Hannelore: I love you too, Station. But I can't stay. I'm sorry.
Number 2159: Home Is Where The Heart Is
  • Sven: If horniness isn't an emotion, I've got more to learn than I thought.
Number 2192: Biological Response
  • Dora: So apparently my brother isn't banging tons of girls at random anymore.
  • Faye: That's odd. I haven't seen any flying pigs around and last I checked the earth's core was still molten.
Number 2199: Promiscuity

Number 2200-2299[edit]

  • Momo: It gives me hope - it gives ALL of us hope - that one day we will be fully accepted.
  • Marten: I hate to sound pessimistic, but we're still working on racism, sexism, homophobia...
  • Momo: We are aware that "one day" may in fact be "another rung up the evolutionary ladder".
Number 2201: Some Things Never Change
  • Claire: Is this some kind of weird hazing ritual?
Number 2204: Basic Training
  • Gabby: I heard if you order a smoothie they just smash up a banana with a hammer and put it in a cup.
Number 2209: Which One Is Dilbert
  • Marten: Wayfarers, Noam Chomsky flyer, and keys to a Volvo. Hampshire student droppings. Lemme show you where we keep the special net.
Number 2212: Training Montage
  • Tai: Jeez, now I feel guilty for getting high and watching cartoons all day.
Number 2215: Give It Your All
  • Faye: We've established Naked Mole Rat Law in this apartment. All who smell different will be expelled. Your gift of fancy wine has earned you a temporary visa.
Number 2221: Eusocial Life
  • Tai: If you think you're a mess, it's only 'cause you hold yourself to a higher standard. And that - is why I'm absolutely crazy about you.
Number 2227: Awww Yeah
  • Hannelore: BUT think how cute your babies would be!
  • Dora: Uh, Hannelore, we're both female, we can't -
  • Hannelore: WE ARE WORKING ON THAT TECHNOLOGY
Number 2240: Give It 10 Years
  • Marten: Just 'cause the cat got out of the bag doesn't mean I'm gonna let it run out the front door and into traffic.
Number 2243: Coach Service
  • Clinton: Oh god, you've met Claire? She didn't do anything weird, did she?
  • Faye: That, coming from you?
Number 2244: Family Resemblance
  • Tai: You promise you're okay with this? For real?
  • Marten: Haha, yeah. I promise. I'm happy for you guys.
  • Tai: Good, because right now I would happily sacrifice our friendship for more Dora-kisses.
  • Marten: This is what I like about our relationship. The brutal honesty.
Number 2248: Tai Used To Play Rugby
  • Faye: You make it seem like some kinda trial procedure.
  • Dora: And I'm judge, jury, and sexecutioner.
  • Hannelore: I'm sorry Dora but I have to turn the hose on you for that pun. Shop rules.
Number 2252: A Spraying, Or A Beating?
  • Tai: Hell yes. My pussy rules.
Number 2257: Body Image
  • Dora: Right now you're just the sexy little redhead who works at the library. But I know there's more to you than that.
  • Tai: Okay, here's a fact about me: I apparently get super-flustered when you call me sexy.
Number 2261: It's Her Superpower
  • Marten: Did she grab your butt?
  • Tai: Oh yeah, she grabbed the hell out of it.
  • Marten: The date went fine. Butt-grabs are Dora-code for "I'm having fun."
Number 2268: The Dora-Whisperer
  • Faye: What am I supposed to do with all this surplus rage now?
Number 2271: I Pity The Next Customer
  • Claire: A large latte, and a "banana smoothie" for Emily.
  • Hannelore: It'll be a couple minutes. I have to go wash off the hammer.
Number 2273: Bomb Disposal
  • Claire: Your dad? Wait, you're Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham?!
  • Hannelore [brandishing a garden hose]: Don't make me do this! I don't want to but I will!
Number 2278: Can't Really Blame Her
  • Marten: Modern cybernetics is really sending mixed messages to kids. "Don't play with fireworks, or you'll end up with sweet robot body parts."
Number 2281: Hand It To Him
  • Momo: Companion AIs are the ambassadors of our kind. We foster understanding and acceptance between humans and AIs. I cannot think of a more noble calling.
Number 2284: Also Dog Jpegs
  • Marigold: STOP DANGING AT ME
Number 2291: Fitting Room
  • Angus: This is a trap, isn't it. Emily's luring us into the woods so she can hunt us for sport.
  • Faye [brandishing a knife]: I'm prepared.
Number 2292: Script By Cassandra Clare
  • Marten: Hello? Emily? Anybody home?
  • [Emily comes out from behind a corner, wearing a goalie mask and holding a hand axe. Faye, Marten, Momo and Angus stare at her.]
  • Angus [while Faye is brandishing her knife]: Called it.
Number 2293: Camp Crystal Lake
  • Marten [re: Emily]: Oh lord, we've adopted another one.
  • Faye: If she follows you home, you're in charge of feeding her.
Number 2298: And Also Bananas

Number 2300-2399[edit]

  • Cosette: Twenty bucks and I'll let you grab his butt.
  • Claire: I DON'T WANNA GRAB HIS lemme go get my wallet
Number 2301: Big Pimpin'
  • Steve: I love you, man! I love you!
  • Marten: Dude we have talked about this.
Number 2321: Real Talk
  • Claire: Marten, hey.
  • Marten: What's up?
  • Claire: I... I'm trans. And... since we're friends, I thought you'd like to know that about me.
  • Marten: Yeah, sure. Thanks for telling me, Claire.
Number 2323: Willingly Ignorant
  • Claire: You really worry about accidentally outing me, don't you.
  • Clinton: I just... wanna make sure you're safe.
Number 2327: Family Dynamics
  • Momo: What do you do all day, then?
  • Pintsize: Do you have any idea how much pornography there is on the internet?
  • Momo: Ugh, no.
  • Pintsize: Neither do I. BUT I INTEND TO FIND OUT.
Number 2331: Not Rhetorical
  • Marten: There was no sex involved.
  • Pintsize: Well it's my headcanon and you should respect that.
Number 2334: Trigger Warning: Arachnids
  • Momo: You should not have been assigned Pintsize as your companion.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Marten: Well it worked out all right in the end, so -
  • Pintsize: YOU MEAN I COULDA BEEN WITH A HOT CHICK THIS WHOLE TIME?!
Number 2336: Grim Truths
  • Marigold: I wonder where Pintsize sleeps. In Marten's room?
  • Momo: In a Faraday cage? Duct taped to the wall? In a lead-lined box at the bottom of the ocean?
Number 2342: Sleeping Arrangements
  • Jim: Okay Sam, let's go. You're in big trouble.
  • Samantha [wearing a skull mask, on top of Faye's shoulders]: THERE IS NO SAM HERE THERE IS ONLY SKULLMASTER, MASTER OF SKULLS
  • Jim: Well you better FIND her, because she's ALREADY grounded for a week, and if I don't see her face in the next 3 seconds I'm extending it to a MONTH.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Samantha: PUNY MORTAL! YOUR FEEBLE THREATS ARE NOTHING TO SKULLMASTER, MASTER OF SKULLS
  • Dora: Holy crap, she doubled down!
Number 2346: Froglord's Greatest Foe
  • Samantha: But I didn't say those things, Skullmaster did!
  • Jim: Well if it makes you feel better, you're both grounded.
Number 2347: Snips And Snails
  • Tai: Emily is giggling. Should we be worried?
  • Marten: I'm gonna go get some coffee. If she's still doing it when I get back, I'll call the paramedics.
Number 2361: Hair's To You
  • Hannelore: Hey Marten! Faye and Dora left me in charge of the shop! Isn't that great?
  • Marten: Uh, yeah, but what's with the huge line of people?
  • Hannelore: I'm paralyzed by the responsibility! Isn't that great?!
  • Marten: Claire, you do crowd control while I go get her Ativan. Don't be afraid to use the sword if you have to.
Number 2364: Just Great
  • Claire [holding the sword]: Can I keep this? It makes me feel... powerful.
  • Marten: Put down the sword, Xena.
Number 2365: Warrior Princess
  • Marten: I should start working out or something. What exercise gives you good shoulders?
  • Claire: Oh no, have I started an arms race?
Number 2367: Sick Delts, Bro
  • Dora: I haven't been laid since I broke up with MARTEN. I had a dream last night where I got into a fight with my vulva because it was MAD at me.
  • Faye: That's *snrk* terrible.
  • Dora: It WAS! My vulva and I are normally FRIENDS! And it's not normally 8 feet tall and swinging a baseball bat at my head!
Number 2369: Sweet Dreams
  • Claire: C'mon, do something weird to distract us.
  • Emily: I never do anything weird!
Number 2371: What About Funny Impressions?
  • Henry: Anyway, it's going to be a pretty small affair. We didn't want to go too extravagant.
  • Veronica: So, the exact opposite of our wedding, then?
  • Henry: That wasn't so much a wedding as a three-ring circus.
Number 2382: That Ginn Boy
  • Veronica: Marten! Clarice!
  • Marten: Hey, mom.
  • Claire: Um, it's actually Claire.
  • Veronica: Funny, you look more like a Clarice to me.
  • Claire: Yes ma'am my name is Clarice from now on ma'am
  • Marten: You've got your dom-voice on, mom.
  • Veronica: Oop! Sorry!
Number 2383: On/Off Switch
  • Marten: Well, how did you meet dad?
  • Veronica: You know that scene in Lady and the Tramp where they're slurping up both ends of a noodle and end up kissing?
  • Marten: Y - yes...
  • Veronica: It was like that, but with a line of cocaine instead of pasta.
  • Number 2386: The Thin White Line
  • Jane: Good to see you, you horrid old twat.
  • Veronica: You too, darling. You've lost weight! Is that just from sucking cock all day?
  • Marten: Suddenly my taste in friends makes a lot more sense to me.
  • Number 2391: Best Frenemies
  • Marten: Fuck yeah, two dads!
Number 2399: Stadtkind

Number 2400-2499[edit]

  • Claire: It's... peaty? Is that the right word? But there's also some vanilla and caramel in there. And maybe a hint of... old leather? That's weird. Last night it just tasted like horrible burning.
Number 2400: Kwiscotch Haderach
  • Claire: So where are you guys honeymooning?
  • Henry: Hawaii.
  • Maurice: We considered France, but it doesn't have any active volcanoes.
Number 2409: Chaîne Des Puys
  • Marigold: No, I'm serious! Spaghetti-Os and Mountain Dew and you'll be totally better!
  • Hannelore: I am just feverish enough that this seems plausible.
Number 2413: Folk Remedy
  • Faye: As long as you can make rent. Otherwise I'm harvesting one of your kidneys.
Number 2419: Friendvestments
  • Clinton: Dammit, my hand is stuck in murder-mode. Let's go to the grocery store, I need to find something trachea-like for it to crush.
Number 2425: Homicide In Aisle 3
  • Claire: I felt safe at the wedding and I trust Marten. So I don't think getting drunk was a giant risk.
  • Clinton: Well yeah, but you never know -
  • Claire: You never know if you're gonna get hit by a bus one day. But that doesn't mean you can't ever leave your house, it means you should look both ways when you cross the street.
Number 2427: Please Don't Get Too Close To Me
  • Clinton [to Marten]: Thanks for being a gentleman about my stupid sister cuddling you.
  • Clinton [off Claire's horrified expression]: What? I said thanks!
Number 2431: Apocalyptic Kindness
  • Claire: Just... just gimme a minute for the Ativan to kick in.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Marten: Has it kicked in yet?
  • Claire: You ever wanna just sit and stare at a wall for, like, three hours?
Number 2432: Lorazepanic
  • Claire: I didn't, like, grab your butt or anything, did I?
  • Marten: Nah, I checked in the morning and the tamper-proof seal was still intact.
Number 2433: Pops When Opened
  • Dora: Basically, just do the opposite of whatever Marten does and you'll be fine.
  • Faye: God bless the boy, but at this rate he's gonna wake up one day and be 40 years old and not know what happened.
Number 2442: Running In Place
  • Dora: You're on the clock until close. If you want pizza and beer we can have it HERE.
  • Faye: Pssh, FINE. You SLAVE DRIVER.
  • Dora: Yeah, yeah, I'm the worst boss ever. I'm surprised you can even talk, what with your throat being crushed under my fuzzy bunny slipper of authority.
Number 2445: Comfortable Jackboots
  • Pintsize [re: Marten and Faye]: TLDR: They wanted to bang but didn't.
Number 2457: Consult The Wiki
  • Faye: Aw, you'd miss me that much?
  • Marten: Almost as much as I'd miss your half of the rent.
  • Dora: You could make Pintsize start paying, but I shudder to think how he'd earn the money.
Number 2460: Completely Unemployable
  • Faye: Don't you have friends your age?
  • Samantha: Yeah, but they don't let me make swords.
Number 2464: Obvious Appeal
  • Dora [to Samantha]: Honey, a basement full of spiders is a health hazard.
  • Hannelore: The basement is full of spiders? My dad will be in position to drop a tungsten rod on this place in 64 minutes.
  • Dora: Pretty sure orbital bombardment isn't covered by my insurance.
Number 2468: Yes, Basically
  • Tai: It would be mean-spirited to do a victory dance right now, wouldn't it.
  • Dora: I'll allow it as long as you keep it tasteful and under 20 seconds.
Number 2474: Select Some Appropriate Music
  • Marten [re: Jim]: Oh, sure. "Hey mom, there's a guy I barely know who went on a date with my ex, wanna fly across the country and maybe hook up with him?"
  • Tai: What, you don't think your mom would go for it?
  • Marten: I think she might. That's the problem.
Number 2480: The Parent Trap
  • Marten: Why are you being so insistent about this?
  • Tai and Claire: IT WOULD BE JUST LIKE A ROMANTIC COMEDY
Number 2481: Begging To Be Optioned
  • Momo [to Dale and Marigold]: Why, look at that! You are both eating the same flavor of beef jerky! Do you know what that means?
  • Dale: What's it mean?
  • Momo [with her electronic self-defense mechanism activated]: It means I am taking you to the diner so you can eat something at least APPROXIMATING an actual meal.
Number 2485: Now With Extra Salt
  • Dale: Glasses, google "why would an AnthroPC need to go to the bathroom."
  • Dale [holding glasses at arm's length and shutting his eyes in disgust]: SAFESEARCH ON! SAFESEARCH ON!
Number 2488: Right In The Eyes
  • Emily: I was up all night reading about beetles.
  • Marten: I... see.
  • Emily: Did you know that beetles comprise 25 percent of ALL KNOWN ANIMAL LIFE FORMS?
  • Marten: I, uh, no. I didn't.
  • Emily [holding her hands up to her head like a pair of antennae]: That means there's a 1-in-4 chance that anyone you meet is SECRETLY A BEETLE.
  • Marten: Go to bed, Emily.
Number 2490: I Bet It's Hannelore
  • [Dale wakes up to see a translucent-blue anime chick in a French maid's outfit.]
  • May: ~Good morning, Master~
  • Dale [covering his head with his pillow]: NOPE
  • May: M-master! Wait!
Number 2491: Anime Hell
  • May: OH THANK FUCKIN' GOD. You know you're the FIFTEENTH GODDAMN PERSON I've had to deal with this morning? Everyone else opted out on me. Fuckin' shitstains. Arright, first things first - I'm not doing that crappy "master" bullshit anymore. Makes me wanna fuckin' puke. I'm s'posed to read off the license agreement, but it's real goddamn long so if you gotta piss you better go now.
Number 2492: So Sweet And Demure
  • Dale: Can other people see you?
  • May: Hell no. That holographic projection shit is WAY expensive.
  • Dale: So if I talk to you in public people will think I'm crazy. Great.
  • May: You've got glowing glasses, dude. People already think you're a freak.
Number 2495: Nom De Guerre

Number 2500-2599[edit]

  • May: HELLO, I coulda been a FIGHTER JET
Number 2502: Free Like A Bird
  • Faye: The voices in your head aren't real, dude.
Number 2505: It's For The Best
  • [Dale has been given a pizza to deliver to Marigold.]
  • May: Who the fuck is Marigold?
  • Dale: She's this girl I... wanted to be friends with. But it got fucked up.
  • May: Oh this is going to be COMEDY GOLD.
  • Dale: Great.
Number 2506: Familiar Address
  • May: Gee I dunno, maybe she doesn't like you because you HARASSED her over a goddamn VIDEO GAME.
Number 2507: Gynophobia
  • May: These idiots are WAY too socially inept for your cute little schemes to work. I say shove 'em in a room and lock the door until they either fuck or kill each other.
  • Dale: MAY!
  • Momo: Her door does not lock from the outside, but I might be able to position a chair such that it cannot be opened.
  • May [putting her arm through Dale's chest]: I'd help, but hey, hologram over here.
Number 2510: Kali Mah
  • Momo: Do you think this will work?
  • May: I sure fuckin' hope so. It won't look good on my parole report if she kills him.
Number 2511: Reckless Endangerment
  • Dale: Anything you wanna do with the time we've got left?
  • May: I'd like to watch the stars.
Number 2514: Stellar Bodies
  • Dora: We need to talk.
  • Faye: Reminder that if you're firing me I have SEVERAL PORTFOLIOS full of blackmail material.
Number 2522: Highdeas
  • [All of Coffee of Doom's employees are present.]
  • Dora: Good morning, ladies. I have a special announcement to make. Starting today, Faye will be assistant manager of the shop. She'll be in charge of you guys so I can focus on other aspects of the business.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Penelope: I quit.
  • Cosette: Me too.
Number 2524: Proportionate Response
  • Faye: Sounds like we need another worker drone, then. Give Dale a call; he was interested.
  • Dora: You're okay with working with a guy?
  • Faye: As the new Assistant Manager, I am committed to the ideal of a nondiscriminatory workplace. Plus, he looks like a wimp. He'll be easy to boss around.
Number 2529: High-Level Talks
  • Claire: If I promise not to take my pants off, will you come with me?
  • Marten: Haha, sure.
  • Tai: BOOOORING
Number 2532: Hand-Holder
  • Marten: Don't go fishing for compliments with Faye, you'll only pull up old boots and tires.
Number 2536: New Shoes
  • Angus: Hey cutie, how was work today?
  • Faye: Check it out.
  • [Angus leans in to look at an Assistant Manager tag on Faye's tank top.]
  • Angus: Yup, tits are looking good today!
  • Faye: You twit.
Number 2541: He's Not Wrong Though
  • Faye: It's gonna seem overwhelming at first, but try to keep up. This is the register. This is the espresso machine.
  • Dale: Whoa, whoa, slow down. Which one is the espresso machine?
  • Faye: And this is the face of someone who doesn't appreciate your sarcasm.
Number 2543: A Slow Start
  • Hannelore: Marigold, are you going to congratulate Dale on -
  • Marigold: I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS
  • Dale: Yeah, me neither. Faye made me practice swordfighting for two hours this morning.
Number 2544: Anime Trap
  • Dale: Shouldn't we be helping the customers instead of standing around and talking?
  • Hannelore: This is how Faye does it, so I'm just following her example.
Number 2546: Estimated Wait: 45 Minutes
  • Hannelore: I like working with Dale. He's nice.
  • Faye: He's suspiciously chill. Everything's either "cool" or "all right" with him.
  • Hannelore: Is that a bad thing?
  • Faye: It just means I have to try harder. Bring a helmet tomorrow, you're gonna need it.
Number 2551: And Some Body Armor
  • Momo: Dale's efforts to avoid eye contact did not extend to Marigold's chest, and she had a similar response to his bottom when he got up to use the bathroom.
  • Marten: Yup, they're totally gonna bang.
Number 2566: Projections
  • Claire: ...So yeah. It's different for everybody, but I've been so focused on figuring out who I am I haven't had time for romance.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Claire: So, um, are you okay with the fact that I'm tran -
  • Emily [grabbing and hugging Claire]: OH MY GOSH YOU'RE SO COOL
Number 2572: Ice Cold
  • Tai: I'm sorry, is it weird to come to you for dating advice about your ex-girlfriend?
  • Marten: Dunno. Every other aspect of my life has thrown off my weirdness calibration.
Number 2582: DoraPedia
  • Tai: ...We both got advice from our friends, didn't we.
  • Dora: You talked to Marten, right? I can tell by the cadence of your apology.
Number 2583: Make Up Or Make Out

Number 2600-2699[edit]

  • Delilah: Wow, you're either the chillest dude ever or a gigantic pushover.
  • Marten: Bit of both.
Number 2622: Favors Owed
  • Marten: So, uh, can I get your number or something?
  • Delilah: Last night was a lot of fun, Mark. But let's not try to turn this into something it isn't.
  • Marten: Sure, right.
Number 2628: What's In A Name?
  • Marten: She didn't even get my name right.
  • Steve: Aw, that sucks bro.
  • Cosette: What was her name?
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Marten: Hang on, hang on, I know I know this.
  • Cosette: Uh huh.
Number 2630: Daria, Dolly, Dumbledore
  • Cosette: It's pretty hypocritical to be all emo about her not knowing your name when you don't know hers.
  • Marten: I know, I know.
Number 2631: Self-Congratulatory
  • Momo: THE SYRUP IS FOR THE PANCAKES
Number 2639: Doin' It Canadian Style
  • Momo: You are not a slut. You are a grown woman, and you have the right to decide when you want to have sexual intercourse with someone.
  • Marigold: And he's not gonna lose interest 'cause we did it right away?
  • Momo: He appeared to be slightly concussed when he left. Assuming he does not have amnesia, I think he will remain interested.
Number 2643: Empowerment
  • Marten: Tai put so much work into her float. I didn't have the heart to tell her the parade is rained out.
Number 2654: Thanksgiving Rose
  • Jimbo: Kid, there ain't been no money in poetry since Dr. Seuss got shot.
  • Wil: He died of cancer.
  • Jimbo: Shows what YOU know about poetry.
Number 2667: Secret Dueling Society
  • Faye: This is your dream. I want you to achieve it. Now go down there and knock 'em dead.
  • Angus: That sounds disturbingly literal, coming from you.
  • Faye: That's why I'm not gonna tell you to break a leg.
Number 2674: Burst A Testicle
  • Marten: I'm not upset. I'm... look, imagine if YOUR mom just showed up unannounced one day.
  • Veronica: I'm pretty sure the whale-phallus door knocker would keep her out.
  • Marten: I was being rhetorical.
Number 2681: It's A Big Door Knocker
  • Veronica: I hope Faye and Angus are okay.
  • Marten: They're either fuckin' or fightin'.
  • Veronica: I recommend fucking. You're too tired to fight afterwards.
Number 2685: Knocking Boots
  • Marten: You're blushing. I didn't know moms could blush.
Number 2688: Turns Out They Can
  • Marten: And besides, if this works out I could end up with three dads! That's so many dads!
Number 2689: So, So Many

Number 2700-2799[edit]

  • Samantha: If... if your mom and my dad get married, we'd be sister and brother.
  • Marten: Step-siblings, yeah.
  • Samantha: I call dibs on the front seat in the car.
  • Marten: Darn, you beat me to it.
Number 2703: She's Pragmatic
  • May: Hey buddy! It's me! May!
  • Dale: SHIT
  • May: Nice to see you too, ass-dick.
Number 2710: Her Again
  • Dale: You pay rent. You help clean. And if you do or say ANYTHING to hurt Marigold -
  • May: Creating Nice_List.txt. Entering "Marigold". Saving and closing.
Number 2713: Robots.txt
  • Faye: You want REALLY cheap rent, move to the South. You can get a nice apartment in Savannah just by smilin' at the right people.
Number 2718: Don't Forget To Pay Your Rent
  • [Samantha has just punched Pintsize.]
  • Samantha: I'm sorry! I don't know why I punched him!
  • Marten: This is gonna sound weird, but I'm glad you didn't have a reason.
Number 2734: Glassjaw
  • Sven: I think I'm in love with you.
  • Faye: AAAAAAAA
Number 2742: Whaaaaaaaat
  • Faye: And you expect me to just throw myself into your arms now that you've told me?
  • Sven: Are you going to?
  • Faye: Oh my god you're an idiot.
Number 2744: That's How This Works, Right?
  • Marten: Emily kissed me on the cheek.
  • Faye: Sven told me he was in love with me.
  • Marten: Okay, you win. I'll go buy us some Crisis Wine.
  • Faye: Beat you to it. You can pay me back.
Number 2767: Incredible Crisis
  • Dora: I finally realized my brother is a toxic person and I'm cutting him out of my life as entirely as I possibly can!
Number 2776: Svenectomy
  • Claire: Am I the only person here who actually WANTS to be a librarian?
  • Tai: You're also the only person here on your day off, nerd.
Number 2789: The Sickest Burn
  • Faye: So how long have you had a crush on Marty?
  • [Claire spit-takes her drink.]
Number 2795: The Inevitable Question
  • Faye: There's a bottle of bourbon in the cabinet with our name on it.
  • Claire: This is where the night goes from "we had fun" to "mistakes were made", isn't it.
Number 2798: Claire Knows What's Up

Number 2800-2899[edit]

  • Claire: I hate being reasonable.
  • Marten: You're cute when you're reasonable.
Number 2801: Cooler Heads
  • Marten: I need pancakes before I can process this.
  • Pintsize: I feel that way about everything.
Number 2803: Me Too
  • Marten: I like you, and I think you like me, and I want to see where this takes us.
  • [Marten and Claire kiss.]
Number 2807: Nose Grows Some
  • Angus: This is my dream. Can't you just be happy for me?
  • Faye: I thought I could.
Number 2814: It's The Thought That Doesn't Count
  • Hannelore: Marigold you are my friend but if we lived together I would literally murder you.
Number 2826: Another Odd Couple
  • Dora: Go home, Faye. You're fired.
Number 2879: Homeward Bound

Number 2900-2999[edit]

  • Hannelore: Find anything?
  • Faye: There's a guy who wants someone to "murder his balls". I can do that.
Number 2906: Possibly OVERqualified
  • Pintsize: Damn it! How am I supposed to make fun of you when you're being all apologetic?! First Marten puts Claire off-limits, and then this! I wish I had been born a TOASTER. At least then I'd be getting bread-fucked on a regular basis.
Number 2908: Toasty
  • Tai: Yay, we survived our first fight.
  • Dora: If we get into another one, please don't leave. I missed my morning butt-grabs.
Number 2914: Morning Ritual
  • Faye: I'm a coward. I'm a coward who was too scared to take a risk on a good man. He left, and I drank to numb the pain. That cost me my job. So I drank to numb that. That put me in the hospital. And despite that, I'd kill for a drink right now. So there. That's my contribution.
Number 2923: Opening Up
  • Hannelore: I'm really scared.
  • Faye: I'm sorry, kiddo. I'd hug you, but I know that'd freak you out.
  • Hannelore: Also you're driving, and I take automotive safety very seriously.
Number 2964: Always Buckle Up
  • Marten: It's amazing how many problems you solve with threats of violence. You're like a Swiss army knife of hate.
Number 2975: Or A Multitool
  • Emily: People tell me I'm weird, or spacey, or "random", whatever that means. At first it hurt my feelings. People were saying I'm not like them, and it was a bad thing. But then I realized people use those words because they're lazy. They call me weird so they can dismiss me. "Don't mind Emily, she's just weird." "Oh Emily, you're so random." It's like, screw you for thinking I'm "random". As if being myself is a calculated act. A defense mechanism. I'm happy with who I am, and with how my brain works, and if that makes you uncomfortable that's your problem, not mine.
  • Clinton: Wow.
  • Emily: And when I explain this to people they're like "ooh, she has hidden depths." No I don't! My depths aren't hidden! I'm weird all the way down! You just can't handle it!
Number 2999: Beyonce Moment

Number 3000-3099[edit]

  • Bubbles [re: Pintsize]: Are you here to enter him in the fights?
  • Faye: Actually, I'd love to see that.
  • Pintsize: I'm a lover, not a fighter!
  • Bubbles: We have a tournament for that, as well.
Number 3003: Her Name Is Bubbles
  • Corpse Witch: How would you fix this chassis?
  • Faye: Hammer out the dent, work some reinforcement over the crack. It'll be heavier but stronger than it was before.
  • Corpse Witch: Yes, yes, you'd repair the damage. But how would you FIX the chassis?
  • Faye: I... guess I could put some spikes on it?
  • Corpse Witch: Excellent! You DO understand!
Number 3007: Her Name Is CORPSE WITCH
  • Faye: Jesus Christ Barry, I might as well start over from a trash can and some aluminum foil.
Number 3018: Friendly Fire
  • Dora: Does "hey bro, we need to talk" sound too casual?
  • Tai: You typed "asshole" instead of "bro".
  • Dora: Oh yeah, I should turn off that auto-replace.
Number 3023: SkullPhone 6 Plus
  • Hannelore: How did he know I like fruit?
Number 3030: What Are The Odds
  • Marten: Hannelore's dad sent her this weird DEVICE and we can't figure out what it's for.
  • Dora: Why don't you just call him and ask?
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Marten: I can't believe that didn't occur to any of us.
Number 3045: So Obvious It Hurts
  • Faye: I said "we're having a party" and you responded with practical concerns instead of "woo, party!"
  • Marten: Oh god I'm getting old
Number 3053: The Inevitable
  • Claire: Once I get my own place it will be 99% bookshelf by volume.
Number 3069: Like A Pool Boy
  • Claire: Mom doesn't ask what happens in my bedroom, and I don't ask what happens in hers.
  • Faye: Hah! Maybe she's having a crazy threesome right now!
  • Claire: On one hand, gross, but on the other, go mom. You do you.
Number 3069: Like A Pool Boy
  • May: Screw soccer, ignorance is the official sport of humanity.
Number 3074: Let Me Fill You In
  • May: And if you two eventually bone down, I want pics of her outta her armor.
  • Faye: I knew something horrible was coming.
Number 3075: Hoe That Row
  • Pintsize: PLEASE, PLEASE FILL MY HEAD WITH BIRDSEED
Number 3079: Not Even A Trainee

Number 3100-3199[edit]

  • Dora: You were right.
  • Tai: Say that again. I find it intensely arousing.
Number 3111: Backroom Shenanigans
  • Samantha: I can't play Mario games. I don't approve of violence against turtles.
Number 3130: True To Form
  • Hannelore: You don't play with Dale?
  • Marigold: We have philosophical differences. I'm Horde, he's Alliance. He's a Paragon, I'm a Renegade. I'm tiles, he's ASCII.
  • Hannelore: I guess opposites do attract.
  • Marigold: He likes the zig-zag shaped Tetris blocks. I'll never understand boys.
Number 3137: PETSTUFF.HORSE
  • Hannelore: I could make you some tea. We have a couple AI customers who order it because they enjoy the aroma.
  • Bubbles: My olfactory sensors are calibrated for the detection of chemical and biological weapons.
  • Hannelore: You should definitely try our tea, then.
  • Bubbles: That is an... alarming endorsement.
Number 3146: Smell Test
  • Pintsize: I WANTED TO BE ABLE TO POOP HAMBURGERS, IS THAT SO WRONG
Number 3184: AnthroPC Helper
  • Hannelore: I'm pretty sure my dad's last words are gonna be "don't worry, perfectly normal, everything's under AAAAAGH"
Number 3189: Quite The Epitaph
  • Corpse Witch: I, ah, wouldn't go in there if I were you! Bubbles can be... VIOLENT when she's upset. Best to just leave her alone and go about your workday, eh?
  • Faye: Screw that. I'm goin' to check on my friend.
Number 3194: Let Her Be
  • Bubbles: ...Why are you so determined to be kind to me?
  • Faye: At first it was 'cause you look super badass, and I was like, "damn, I wanna make friends with Megatron over there." Now it's 'cause you're actually pretty likable when you're not threatening to punch my face off.
  • Bubbles: I only did that once. And I apologized.
Number 3196: It Was A One Time Thing

Number 3200-3299[edit]

  • Dora: Greetings, Skullmaster. Would Skullmaster like a cup of hot chocolate?
  • Samantha: SKULLMASTER DRINKS ONLY THE BLOOD OF SKULLMASTER'S ENEMIES
  • Dora: I have mini marshmallows!
  • Samantha: SKULLMASTER PREVIOUSLY MISSPOKE ABOUT SKULLMASTER'S DIETARY REQUIREMENTS
Number 3200: A Grim Harvest Is Upon Us
  • Faye: This is mostly a rhetorical question, but would you fire me if I brought a kid in here?
  • Corpse Witch: Into the sun.
  • Faye: Yeah, thought so.
Number 3203: There Are Rules And Then There Are RULES
  • Veronica: Okay, let's consider this. Do you think it's more likely that Faye doesn't like you all of a sudden? Or do you think it's more likely that her job doesn't want her to bring friends to work?
  • Samantha: The... the second one?
  • Veronica: I agree. And I suspect that if Faye didn't like you, there'd be no doubt about it, and I'd have to dig a hole in the backyard to hide her body.
  • Samantha: You're nice but also scary. I think that's why dad likes you.
Number 3204: Probability Discussion
  • Clinton: You can't solve every problem with a harpoon.
Number 3214: It's Named "The Equalizer"
  • Claire: You were IN A FIRE and all you wanted to tell me is mom's getting laid?
  • Clinton: It was a weird night, okay?!
Number 3227: It Sounds Worse Than It Is
  • Brun: Renee says if you try to take advantage of me she'll mutilate your genitalia. I think she was using hyperbole, because many of the acts she described seem physically improbable.
Number 3232: Brun's Guardian Angel
  • Faye: So you were up to top-secret military stuff. What's really under Denver International Airport?
  • Bubbles: A charming bed and breakfast run by genetically enhanced supersoldiers.
Number 3242: Bob And Tiffany
  • Bubbles: You have made a show of accommodating my bulk. You have hushed me. I ought to be livid. And yet, somehow, I cannot be angry at you.
  • Hannelore: I am very powerful.
Number 3247: Game Of Thrones
  • Bubbles: I seem to have forgotten my wallet. I will not leave a debt unpaid. I offer my left hand as collateral. Please bring me your thickest pry bar.
  • Dora: I'll just start you a tab!
Number 3252: They Also Accept PayPal
  • Bubbles: I appreciate your understanding. However, must you refer to me as "Bubs"?
  • Faye: Well, you wouldn't let me call you Miss Bubbles, you vetoed Palkyrie, and you audibly growled at "Large Metal Friend."
Number 3256: I Guess She Didn't Go Home
  • Claire: Are you two making bear puns without me? Ursa-cha couple of jerks!
Number 3275: The Revenant
  • Jim: I've never seen anybody eat a dozen croissants, let alone that quickly.
Number 3288: A Croissant Too Far
  • Clinton: I guess I shouldn't be worried about someone who threatened me with a harpoon being too polite to call me a creep.
  • Brun: We have established a healthy baseline for our relationship.
Number 3295: Good Doggy

Number 3300-3399[edit]

  • May: C'mon, like you never thought of boning down with a human.
  • Momo: I HAVE NOT. In such crude terms.
Number 3303: Important Sexposition
  • May: Aw, we're friends? I thought you were just puttin' up with me 'cuz Dale is boinking Marigold!
  • Momo: It is either friendship, or a pathological need for suffering on my part.
  • May: I'll take either one!
Number 3304: Splork Splork Splork
  • Claire: Don't mind me! I'm just sitting here drinking a mocha and not meddling in your affairs!
Number 3307: Heavy Meddle
  • Faye [to Hannelore]: You would be the worst burglar ever. Breakin' into people's houses and rearranging their bookshelves.
Number 3314: Latte Kudasai
  • Faye: Pretty sure life in prison would be safer than you havin' a grudge against me.
  • Bubbles: That is not what I meant, but you make a fair point.
Number 3316: Morning Calisthenics
  • Renee: You're thinking thoughts again. Stop it.
  • Elliot: It's my brain and I'll use it how I want.
Number 3347: La Li Lu Le Lo
  • May: For what it's worth, I think you're all right. I hope you and Bubbles make up and have a million babies or whatever.
  • Faye: How would that even work?
  • May: I dunno, Pokemon meets The Fly? I ain't a fuckin' robiologist.
Number 3369: New Scientific Fields
  • Faye: Also if you decide "fuck it" and compact Corpse Witch into a cube, I'll be your alibi.
  • Bubbles: Let us consider that "plan C".
Number 3388: Donk
  • Spookybot: You know that old adage about how androids dream of electric sheep? We're what wakes them up screaming.
Number 3391: Sit If You Dare
  • Faye: Bubbes, this is crazy. Think about what happened last time you let some rando AI mess around in your head!
  • Bubbles: Consider that this person was able to render Dora and Emily unconscious without our noticing, and disable you with a touch. If they wished to do me harm, they would have done so already.
  • Spookybot: Unless we got particular pleasure out of fooling you into agreeing with it first.
  • Faye: See?
Number 3394: Cats Play With Their Prey
  • Bubbles: Faye. If you are correct and this ends badly, know that your friendship was the sole source of joy in the final part of my existence. It has been an honor.
Number 3395: Please Be Safe
  • Faye: You're a fucking asshole.
  • Spookybot: Indisputably.
Number 3396: Lawnmower Man
  • Emily: I'm in front of a door with a big lock on it.
  • Spookybot: That would be the representation of the partitioned sector. Use the comically oversized key.
  • Faye: A little on the nose, isn't it?
  • Spookybot: When you create an immersive virtual environment and an incomprehensibly powerful decryption algorithm, you can make them look however you want.
Number 3398: The Legend of Bubbles: An Emily To The Past

Number 3400-3499[edit]

  • Spookybot: Blast. It is as Ms. Azuma said. Whether through malice or incompetence, Corpse Witch simply deleted the data and and encrypted the resulting hole. Those memories are lost forever.
Number 3401: The Empty Room
  • Faye: Hang the fuck on. All we got is your word about this.
  • Emily: Faye, I was in there too! It was empty!
  • Spookybot: To be honest, Ms. Whitaker has a point. It is entirely within our ability to subvert this situation for our own purposes. One of the very few downsides of being as powerful as we are is there are no credentials of benevolence we could not falsify. However, consider this: When Bubbles wakes, she will be utterly vulnerable. She will need love, support, and compassion. We are leaving her in your care. Farewell.
Number 3402: Ever The Skeptic
  • Bubbles [to Corpse Witch]: I could rip you apart, tear out your mind substrate, and crush it to dust in my hands. There is nothing you could do to stop me.
  • [Bubbles chokes Corpse Witch off the floor.]
  • Bubbles: I choose not to.
Number 3406: The Great Destroyer
  • Faye: Now let's go get a pizza. It's the traditional offering for a new roomie to give to the current tenants.
  • Bubbles: I see. Do the different topics hold symbolic importance?
  • Faye: We're an interfaith household. Marty doesn't like olives, but I do.
Number 3408: Chicago Style Religion
  • Tortura [to Cosette, re: Steven]: And you. Be nice to zis man. He saved me from robot shark. Was goink to bite my whole body off. You break his heart, I find you. Feed you to pigs.
  • Cosette: o-okay
Number 3428: Friendly Exes
  • Faye: Unless I'm mistaken, the two of us have a credit rating someplace between "haha no" and "we wouldn't trust you with a houseplant."
  • Bubbles: I have a houseplant, now. Arthur can vouch for my trustworthiness.
  • Faye: Alert the banks.
Number 3452: To Her Credit
  • Faye: We're doin' this we're fuckin' doin' this thing
  • Dora: And now I own your soulllll
  • Faye: Meh. Fuckin' thing's been busted for years now anyway.
Number 3455: She Has So Many
  • Bubbles: We have holes in our hearts. We can paper them over, and learn to live with them, but they are still there.
Number 3463: Heart Of Darkness
  • Faye: I know I can't fix the hole in your heart, but I can at least be the festive tapestry next to it.
  • Bubbles: And I will be the decorative halberd next to yours.
  • Faye: You totally get my aesthetic.
Number 3467: Interior Decor
  • Faye: Is it weird to be a lil' jealous of a robot's booty?
  • Bubbles: If it makes you feel any better, your tax dollars paid for it.
Number 3475: Range Of Motion
  • Marten: You'll do great. I know it.
  • Faye: Don't say that. What if it's like showbiz and if you wish someone good luck they're doomed?
  • Marten: In that case, may you end up in prison for assaulting a priest during bankruptcy proceedings.
  • Faye: I like the implication that we'll fail so hard we'll need an exorcism.
Number 3483: Break A Leg
  • Claire: Why do you have a detachable butt?
  • Melon: Why WOULDN'T I?
Number 3487: We May Never Know The Truth
  • Melon: Arthur, can I borrow $75? My wallet was in my back pocket and I doubt it will survive atmospheric re-entry.
  • Arthur: Oh, your wallet didn't end up in space. I saw the leopard seal eat it. That's why those marine biologists were yelling at us.
Number 3488: Reassembly
  • Clinton: I spend a lot of time trying to navigate my basic caveman impulses.
  • Purple-Haired Girl: Me too. I'm constantly fighting the urge to bonk our cook on the head with a rock and roll his body into the river.
  • Cook: I heard that! Stay away from me!
Number 3498: The Proper Term is "Ancient Human"

Number 3500-3599[edit]

  • Renee: I only have second-hand info, but that's never stopped me before!
Number 3508: Long Distance Update
  • Renee: I did not sign up to officiate some bullshit sad-sack inverse dick-measuring contest tonight.
Number 3511: Mister Coolguy
  • Clinton: It's okay, Claire. It was my fault. He's stronger than he looks.
  • Claire: He looks pretty frickin' strong! What do you do for fun, tear hockey pucks in half?!
  • Elliot: Not since high school...
Number 3516: Strongman
  • Renee: I love it when dudes accidentally flirt with each other.
  • Claire: It's like seeing a unicorn
Number 3520: Awkward Zone Enhanced
  • Elliot: One time at the gym I accidentally dropped a 45 pound plate and it rolled right through a plate glass window.
  • Bubbles: One time I accidentally pulled the bumper off of a Humvee.
  • Faye: I'm glad you two are hittin' it off.
Number 3521: Tales of Battle
  • Faye: No roughin' up the customers unless they don't pay, Bubs.
Number 3525: Further Protestation
  • May: Are you telling me that bus full of soccer players isn't gonna bang that limousine full of models?
  • Momo: That was a traffic accident!
  • May: They were pouring champagne on each other!
Number 3531: An Airbag Saved My Life
  • Renee: I wanna see you happy, that's all!
  • Elliot: But what about you? You should be happy too...
  • Renee: Pff, I'm fine. See that guy at the bar? He's been checking me out all night. I could probably go bang him in the bathroom right now if I wanted.
  • Elliot: I am speaking in both my personal and professional capacity when I ask you to please not have sex in the bathrooms here.
Number 3537: Punishable By Ejection
  • Iris: This is why I like selling humanoid bodies. You get hugs!
Number 3542: The More Arms The Better
  • Dora: Guess Pintsize won't be able to push you around anymore, huh.
  • Winslow: Oh, I hadn't thought about it! ...That's a lie. I totally thought about it.
  • Dora: I almost feel bad for him. He's running out of targets to pester.
  • Hannelore: I think Faye tolerates it more as a courtesy these days.
Number 3543: On Everyone's Mind
  • Winslow: I didn't know pigeons liked habanero nachos.
  • May: Normal ones don't. These are my special spicy buddies, and one day they'll conquer the rest of their idiot species.
Number 3551: Lunch Break
  • Renee: I wish I believed in Jesus so he could see how hard I'm trying to be good right now.
Number 3563: One Set Of Footprints
  • Faye: Man, I'm jealous of y'all not havin' pinky toes. I'm constantly stubbin' mine on shit.
Number 3567: Admit De-Feet
  • Roko: I never would've guessed Bubbles was the brains of this operation.
  • Faye: She's also the brawn. I'm just the sparkling personality.
  • Bubbles: It is true. I do not sparkle.
Number 3569: Just Add Glitter
  • Roko: It's good to see you two going legit. You have a lot of potential.
  • Faye: Don't jinx it. We're one missed rent payment away from bank robbery.
  • Roko: Oh please. If you wanna make money in crime, there are a million better ways than bank robbwhy am I telling you this
Number 3573: A Solid "Chthuk"
  • May [to Winslow]: I SAID I DON'T DO HUGS YOU COTTON-CANDY LOOKIN' ASS MOTHERFUCKER
Number 3581: Carnival Treats
  • Bubbles: I do not feel deprived. I have a view of the world that is in some ways superior. My hearing is far more acute. My olfactory sensors are an order of magnitude more sensitive. I can see colors a human never could.
  • Faye: Oh yeah? What do I look like to you?
  • Bubbles: You are beautiful.
Number 3587: Of Course She Uses Celsius
  • Sam: My school lets us take days off whenever we want, as long as it's for "personal development and life experiences."
  • Faye: That's the most Pioneer Fuckin' Valley thing I've ever heard.
Number 3591: Sam Of Thrones
  • Faye: You should get your dad's permission before you start a robot tattoo business.
  • Sam: They're not tattoos, they're sprays. Learn the terminology.
Number 3599: Heckin' Skullchicken

Number 3600-3699[edit]

  • Bubbles: Why are you smirking? Have I made a fool of myself already?
  • Faye: I'm smiling because you're opening up. Don't you shut down on me now or I'll- dangit my usual threats of violence won't work... Or I'll be very disappointed in you.
  • Bubbles: It is an effective threat.
Number 3667: So It's Come To This
  • Faye: Well, if you ever want a wing-lady, I'm your girl.
  • Bubbles: That turn of phrase concerns me. If your love life requires close air support, something has gone very wrong.
Number 3670: Questionable Contentment
  • Faye: Imagine if we came home one night and everybody was, like, quietly reading.
  • Bubbles: I would find it suspicious.
Number 3672: Feels Like We've Been Hair Before
[The following takes place inside Marigold's imagination.]
  • Dale: Hey baby. Ready for another long, hard workday with me?
  • Emily: Oh yes, I'm very ready. I'm ready to use my body to work with you.
  • Dale: Let's make some lattes. With my dick.
  • Emily: I want to do sex with you on top of the coffee grinder. While it's running.
Number 3679: Hold On Loosely
  • Dale: But Google said honesty was good in a relationship!
Number 3681: Let's Be Fair
  • May: Shitting balls, people should hafta take a fuckin' class before they're allowed to date.
  • Dale: If they offered one I would have taken it!
Number 3682: Lovers' Ed
  • May: You don't have to be a fuckin' genius to choose your fuckin' words carefully when your girl is askin' if your fuckin' coworker is fuckin' hotter than her! Fuck!
Number 3683: By Court Order
  • Momo: Dale cares for you very much!
  • Marigold: But hypothetically, if you lined up me and Emily in front of him and said "pick one", he'd have picked Emily.
  • Momo: In the same hypothetical universe, if you had the choice between Dale and a pilotable Gundam, you would have chosen the Gundam.
  • Marigold: NO I WOUL- okay yes I would have
Number 3684: It's Motherfucking Sniffle Time
[This conversation takes place over WiFi.]
  • Momo: May I come over to your place for awhile?
  • May: If you wanna. Why?
  • Momo: Based on their lovemaking pattern for the last few hours, I calculate that Dale and Marigold's latest refractory period is about to end, and I would very much like to be elsewhere.
Number 3689: Friends Being Friends
  • Pintsize: The worst part is she said I'm only her SECOND-worst date! I don't even have THAT!
Number 3694: Beucephalus Rides Again
  • Roko: I can't help it if I'm wired to want a little companionship.
  • O'Malley: You want companionship, you get a cat. What you want is a oiled-up little fuck-weirdo to rub breakfast foods on your--
  • Roko: Aye sweah tah goahd you bettah noaht finish thaht sentence, O'Malley
Number 3695: Buddy Cops
  • Clinton: What do I have to do to get you to stop apologizing?
  • Elliot: It's an autonomic process, so I guess replace my brain stem.
Number 3698: Just Like Breathing

Number 3700-3799[edit]

  • Brun: When people say "don't worry about it", they really mean "I don't want to explain it to you."
Number 3707: A Stopped Clock
  • Clinton: I want you to live your best life. But no more baking while baked, okay? That's how house fires start.
  • Mrs. Augustus: Have you ever thought about the concept of a house? We build these big wooden boxes and then we live in them. In the middle ages, people would bring their livestock indoors at night to make use of their body heat. I should adopt many dogs.
  • Clinton: I'm not drunk enough for this. Or sober enough.
Number 3714: Sound Advice
  • Mrs. Augustus: Oh no! Were you hoping to "hook up" with her tonight? Did I "cock block" you?
  • Clinton: Oh my god I can hear the quotation marks
Number 3716: Parents Just Don't Understand
  • Clinton: My mom gets 2am booty calls. My mom is cooler than me.
  • Mrs. Augustus: Dick picks, too.
Number 3718: Clinton's Mom Knows How To Party
  • Claire: What!!! I wanna get high with mom! Actually, no I don't. The one time I smoked pot it gave me a panic attack.
Number 3719: Cooler Parties
  • Faye: Did I tell ya that lil' weirdo Melon brought in a vibrator the other day? She thought it was a busted robot dick.
  • Bubbles: Were you able to repair it?
  • Faye: Yeah, I bolted on some handlebars and that old Chevy engine we found out back.
  • Bubbles: That is almost certainly not street-legal.
  • Faye: God, you're fuckin' funny when you wanna be.
Number 3721: 2 Fast 2 Furious
  • Claire: I didn't know you were studying ornithology.
  • Emily: I'm not, I just got bored and wandered into a random class in the biology building.
  • Claire: Ah, that's much more on-brand for you.
Number 3726: Not All Who Wander Are Lost
  • Hannelore: Marigold! Hello! Can I call you back in a few minutes? I'm almost done brushing Mr. Snuffles. He's some sort of yak, I think. No, you have good timing. It's my turn to shovel out the latrine later and I'll be too hoarse from screaming to talk afterward.
Number 3730: A Big Dog
  • Marten: Don't take this the wrong way, but I've seen how you and Bubbles are around each other. I've basically been waiting for it to come up.
Number 3737: But You THOUGHT It
  • Marten: Can I offer one piece of advice?
  • Faye: Yeah, sure.
  • Marten: Fuckin' go for it, buddy.
Number 3738: The Right Thing At The Right Time
  • Dora: Okay sweetie, don't panic. Take a seat and I'll make you some tea.
  • Dora [on the phone]: Hey babe- code 3. Yeah. Bubbles is here at the shop. Cool. See you soon.
  • Bubbles: You have an operational code for this situation?
  • Dora: No offense hon, but the writing's been on the wall for awhile. In neon paint. Sixty feet high.
Number 3740: Mobilization Of Forces
  • Tai: My ship is coming in
  • Dora: Don't count your sailors before they've disembarked, hon.
Number 3743: Act Natural
  • Faye: Also, you're super fuckin' hot, and it feels so good to be able to say that now.
  • Bubbles: At the risk of sounding crass, I would cause widespread property damage for that booty.
Number 3751: Out In The Open
  • Faye: Now I know Marty and Dora will be chill about this, but everybody else... there's a non-zero chance there'll be screaming and confetti.
  • Bubbles: I shall hope against it.
[At Coffee of Doom]
  • Claire: You go home without me. If they're together, text me so I can get all my screaming done before I see them.
  • Tai: Aw dang, the party supply store is closed. Where am I s'posed to get confetti?
Number 3754: Maybe A Bounce-House
  • Pintsize: YOU DOPES DONE FUCKIN' YET OR WHAT
  • Marten: Welp, RIP buddy.
  • Bubbles: Ah. Performative hazing. I am familiar with this tactic. By purposefully acting in an offensive manner, you hope to mitigate your own discomfort with the situation, and insulate yourself from any repercussions by claiming it is done in jest. Such behavior indicates a deep-seated anxiety about the present situation, a fear of the kind of intimacy on display. A belief that you are unworthy of such intimacy yourself. Are you truly so devoid of self-esteem that you must resort to such immature distancing behavior? I pity you, and I pity the fact that my expression of pity will only reinforce the self-loathing you pretend you do not feel-
  • Pintsize: please make her stop
  • Faye: Holy shit
Number 3763: Psyops
  • Clinton: I know that face. That's your "screaming internally" face.
Number 3773: Hmmmmmm
  • Brun: I'm confused. How did we go from talking about jobs to self-mutilation?
Number 3777: Wave Of Mutilation
  • Elliot: Are you telling me the only thing keeping AIs from exterminating us is good janitorial service?
  • Clinton: Well, not the only thing. They also like some of our sitcoms.
Number 3778: Come With Me If You Want To Live
  • Brun: Do you need someone to kill your father? I know how to make it look like a harpoon accident.
Number 3782: Brun Means Well
  • Clinton: I can't even have a simple conversation about raisins without showing my entire privileged upper-middle-class ass. Nice. Love it.
  • Brun: That's sarcasm. I'm getting the hang of you.
Number 3783: Go Get The Stapler
  • Bubbles: I can disassemble a nuclear warhead with a pair of scissors. Cutting my own hair is trivial.
  • Faye: Uh, did you ever have to actually do that?
  • Bubbles: In an operational environment, no. As a party trick, twice.
Number 3797: It's Like A Keg Stand
  • Faye: You gave me permanent sex hair
Number 3798: She's Just That Good
  • Faye: Try to remember us little people when you're doing diamond-encrusted sprays on your yacht in the Mediterranean.
  • Bubbles: And contact us if your radar array needs repairs, or if you would like to install a deck gun.
Number 3799: It's Just A Dog With Wings

Number 3800-3899[edit]

  • Samantha: I don't know what that is but I wanna learn how to use it
  • Faye: That's a concrete saw, and I'm still not clear on how you use one to do robot repairs.
  • Bubbles: In the hands of a skilled operator, it is truly the Swiss army knife of power tools.
Number 3800: Like A Chef With A Cleaver
  • Bubbles: There is no need for self-flagellation. Sam suffered no permanent harm, our relationship with her remains intact, and we have all learned useful lessons today.
  • Faye: What lesson did you learn?
  • Bubbles: Children are easily manipulated.
  • Faye: Oh, Good.
Number 3808: After-Work Special
  • Claire: You're willing to sell your blood, but the thought of opening a spreadsheet fills you with dread.
  • Marten: I'd donate a kidney if it meant I never had to look at an Excel file for the rest of my life.
  • Pintsize: I CAN FACILITATE THAT
Number 3821: Organs.csv
  • Momo: Imagine one of your human friends spent time in prison, and when they were released, you said "I read a book about prison, so I understand what you have been through."
  • Marigold: Would that be... bad?
  • Momo: If your friend were the forbearing sort, they might point out that knowledge and experience are two different things. If they were like May, they might throw the book at your head. It turns out I am bad at dodging books.
Number 3829: Just Imagine
  • Dale: I'll be under the counter until you're done antagonizing a cop.
Number 3831: What The Hell May
  • May: Look, it sucks you're having an existential crisis or something, but don't quit your job just 'cause I fuckin' hate cops. I mean, actually do quit your job just 'cause I hate cops, that'd be hilarious. But whatever.
  • Roko: Heh. You know what? Screw it. I'll be a... a social worker, or sell yarn, or something. Something that makes me feel good. Thank you, May.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • May: What the fuck just happened
Number 3833: Self Actualization
  • May: Dammit Basilisk, this is a real apology, not a "please don't tell my parole officer" apology.
  • Roko: Even if I wanted to report you, "May was so mean to me I considered quitting my job" would get me laughed out of the building.
  • May: Argh that would be amazing bragging rights, why did I decide to do the right thing
Number 3835: Noble Sacrifice
  • Roko: You can call me Roko, if you want.
  • May: May. Although I also answer to "hey fucker" and "god damn it".
  • Roko: Your friends call you that?
Number 3839: Informal Terms
  • May: I'd settle for this body but with bigger tits.
  • Roko: You wanted to be a fighter jet, but now you're concerned about your bust size?
  • May: If I can't have a bomb rack I should at least have a bomb rack, know what I'm sayin'?
Number 3840: Payload
  • Faye: Welp, only one thing we can do, then.
  • Bubbles: Advertise?
  • Faye: I was gonna say 'have sex right here and now to distract ourselves from work stress,' but if you'd rather buy some Google ads...
  • Bubbles: Suddenly I find my priorities have shifted.
Number 3856: Header Bldding
  • Clinton: I-- I mean, my exams are obviously lower-stakes than yours. If I had my whole future riding on them like you do, I'm sure I'd be freaking out too.
  • Claire: Pintsize taught me that I need to be more willing to talk about this stuff so let me just say that you are not helping, you dickbat.
Number 3861: Flappy Bois
  • Claire: You go first. Show me how it's done.
  • Mrs. Augustus: I'm going to wait until I know you're having a nice time. I'm your mother first, your tetrahydrocannabinol tour guide second.
  • Tai: Put on your safari hat, kid, 'cuz I'm taking you upriver.
Number 3869: Colonel Kurtz
  • Claire: MY MOTHER HAS DOG SUMMONING POWERS
  • Mrs. Augustus: THE COSMOS HAS BESTOWED A GOOD BOY UPON US
Number 3878: Henlo
  • Tai [on the phone with Dora]: Hey babe. Claire and her mom got way too stoned and a random borzoi wandered into the house and we need an adult. Yeah that's pretty much how I expected today to go too.
Number 3879: Pointy Boi
  • Roko: It's funny, I was actually sitting here in that big chair, feeling sorry for myself, when May - you know May, right? Anyway, she started talking back to me. Said I should just quit if I feel like I suck at my job. And it was like someone opened a skylight in my mind. Suddenly there was light again. Anyway, May apologized for mouthing off, and I took that to mean she was worried I'd fuck her over, and it was just like... shit. I work with cops who absolutely would've retaliated for her speaking her mind. That was the last straw. I quit the second I got back to the station.
  • Bubbles: Let us rewind a little. You were sitting in my chair?
  • Roko: I didn't think the sign was a law!
Number 3890: No Parking
  • Bubbles: Speaking of who and where I am today, Faye is my girlfriend now. We are a couple.
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Roko: Sorry, sorry. I'm happy for you, but I had you classified as a big scary hardass and all of a sudden you're a huge squishy teddy bear, and it's taking me a minute.
  • Bubbles: I take offense to that. I am not squishy.
Number 3891: Shared Aroma
  • Bubbles: I am calling the police on this conversation.
Number 3894: Oobleck
  • Dora: Just manhandling each other in my shop, huh? This is what we do, now?
  • Bubbles: This is, apparently, what we do now.
Number 3895: Tomfoolery

Number 3900-3999[edit]

  • Lemon: You've had a slight accident, and I'm here to help you.
  • Roko: Oh no. No no no no. My body, please tell me my body is -
  • Lemon: Let's approach the subject of your body obliquely, okay? For instance, it says in your file that you're a bread enthusiast. How do you feel about pancakes? Or, um, crepes?
Number 3906: Family Citrus
  • Lemon: It was an accident, and Crushbot has been forthright, contrite, and cooperative. Crushbot also has a very robust insurance policy, probably because Crushbot's name and occupation are "Crushbot".
Number 3907: Socially Radioactive
  • Lemon: You stepped onto the sidewalk just as Crushbot slipped on a misdelivered crate of bananas. Crushbot fell on you. Crushbot weighs several tons. Bubbles was able to lift Crushbot off of you, but the damage had already been done. I'm very sorry to tell you, but your body is completely unrecoverable.
Number 3908: Wiggle Room
  • Lemon: You know, Melon came here as soon as she heard. She's refused to leave your side ever since.
  • Roko: What, sitting in a friggin' server room?
  • Lemon: Yes. She's singing to you, too. "For comfort," she says. Apparently the only song she knows is "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star." She has sung it 1257 times in a row now.
Number 3909: Up Above The World So High
  • Faye: Should we get her, like, a gift or something? What says "I'm sorry your entire body got crushed?"
  • Bubbles: Probably not a fruit basket, considering the cause of the accident.
  • Crushbot: CRUSHBOT WOULD ALSO LIKE TO EXTEND CRUSHBOT'S SINCERE CONDOLENCES
  • Faye: You shut up. Nobody likes you right now and you're just gonna have to deal with that.
Number 3915: Maybe A Balloon?
  • Renee: You know, if you found a new apartment, you wouldn't have to beg me for laundry privileges.
  • Brun: It's okay. I don't mind begging. You always say yes.
Number 3938: Hundred Yard Dash
  • Renee: A fool and his money are soon parted. Even sooner, if he's willing to ignore traffic laws.
Number 3941: Time Is Money
  • Brun: I have three thousand dollars in my bra and I have to get to the bank as soon as possible.
  • Clinton: Wow, nice euphemism. I feel you though, I prefer to poop at home too.
Number 3943: Making A Deposit
  • Brun: The first time someone called me autistic, I didn't even know the word. I didn't understand it was meant to be an insult until I asked my dad and I saw how upset it made him. A while after that the doctor said that yes, I was autistic. They said it's fine, it just meant my brain worked differently than most people. But in my head it meant that I was this word that people used as an insult. That's when I stopped liking doctors.
Number 3945: That's Kevin
  • Claire: You're really here, right? This isn't a hypothetical conversation I'm imagining while I eat my carrot sticks?
  • Tai: I'm real, and you're eating an apple.
  • Claire: Oh, you're right. I thought these carrot sticks tasted funny.
Number 3977: The Clock Is Ticking
  • Tai: We've never talked about what'd happen if I got some crazy good job offer somewhere else.
  • Dora: Simple. I'd sell the shop and move with you.
  • Tai: Oh, sure, like you'd - wait, what? Seriously?
  • Dora: It's just a business. I can rebuild it. Love is more important.
  • Tai [down on one knee]: I... I... I don't have a ring, but... Dora, will you -
  • Dora: oh my god
Number 3979: Will She?
  • Faye: Are you okay? Your boss just proposed to your ex in front of you.
  • Marten: Oh, that, whatever. I'm more worried about the whole "what if Claire gets a job somewhere else" thing.
  • Faye: I will never understand how your brain works.
Number 3980: He Came To The Right Place
  • Claire: My dream would be to find something around here, or close enough that I could commute. But if I'm smart, I'll apply to every position I'm qualified for. So there's a possibility that I'll get offered a job in, like, Fucksburg, Montana. Then I'd have to decide if I was willing to move. And... and I guess we'd have to have a serious conversation about whether you wanted to come with me.
  • Marten: Okay, at the risk of derailing this conversation, I would totally move to a town called Fucksburg.
Number 3984: He Was A Good Man
  • Claire: Maybe they're shopping for wedding outfits! Or visiting potential venues!
  • Faye: Or Dora said no and they're having an apocalyptic relationship meltdown.
  • Claire: I spent all day taking exams and just had a scary conversation with my boyfriend LET ME HAVE THIS GOD DAMN IT
  • Marten: They're definitely picking out wedding outfits, right Faye?
  • Faye: Okay! Okay! Jeez!
Number 3986: Let Her Have It
  • Dora [as she and Tai show off their rings]: We're engaged!
Number 3989: These Assholes
  • Sven: I know you don't listen to country, but "My Pickup Truck's My Therapist" is doing huge numbers on Spotif -
  • Faye: Ugh god I'm sorry I asked
Number 3995: Vroom Vroom
  • Sven [saluting]: Ma'am, I just wanted to say thank you for your service.
  • Bubbles: I appreciate the sentiment, but my time as a soldier was not -
  • Sven: I meant dating Faye.
  • Bubbles: Oh. Yes. It has been a... pleasant deployment.
Number 3996: Call of Duty

Number 4000-4099[edit]

  • Faye: I couldn't even make it an hour without wanting a drink. Pathetic.
  • Bubbles: You wanted one, but you did not break down. That is not pathetic, that is a victory.
  • Faye: Pretty shitty victory, if you ask me.
  • Bubbles: You accomplished your mission and made a tactical retreat before the situation got out of hand. If I were your commanding officer, I would be -
  • Faye: You can be my commandin' officer, if you want.
  • [Bubbles' coolant vents, signifying extreme arousal.]
  • Bubbles: V-very well. Let us go home, and I will... debrief you.
  • Faye: I'm not wearin' briefs.
Number 4001: First Contact
  • May: You realize it's possible to bang someone without makin' a fuckin' car crash out of the situation, right?
  • Sven: Listen, that only happened one time, and the only casualty was someone's mailbox.
Number 4005: Road Hazard
  • May: Fuckin' humans, I swear. You either don't think or you think too much. I don't know how you idiots survived a fuckin' ice age.
Number 4006: Cold Out There
  • May: My shift's up in an hour if you wanna get your dick laughed at!
  • Sven: Cool, I'll be back with a clown nose on it!
  • Passerby: I told you this town was weird.
Number 4007: But Doctor, I Am Pagliacci
  • May: For the record, this was fun and all but I just did it for the laughs, capice? Don't make it weird.
  • Sven: Oh, so I shouldn't get your name tattooed on my dick?
  • May: Go for it. I'm cool with you bein' marked as my conquest.
  • Sven: Only if you get a matching laser-engraving of my name on your ass.
  • May: Dream on. I'm savin' that real estate for a Lockheed-Martin sponsorship.
Number 4011: Endorsement Deal
  • Dale: You're a terrible liar, but I'm not gonna pry. Please text me next time so I don't worry.
  • May: Actually I'm a great liar, you're just extremely perceptive, and now I'm complimenting you which wasn't what I intended when I started talking so I'm gonna shut up now.
Number 4012: The Truth Will Out
  • Bubbles: Hello, Momo. Is something the matter?
  • Momo: I got upset with a friend and then realized it was unreasonable to be upset and that just made me more upset so if you could please pop my head off and kick it into the sewer I would be greatly appreciative.
Number 4019: Grumbling
  • May: This's your new boss?
  • Roko: She means well.
  • May: Just to be clear, I'm putting my ass in your hands, not hers.
  • Roko: I'm not sure she'd be able to find it with both hands anyway.
Number 4027: Error; Not Found
  • May [re: Beepatrice]: I thought you said she was your boss.
  • Roko: Oh, did you want your case handled in an endearingly incompetent fashion? Because we can turn around--
  • May: I said no such thing.
Number 4028: Starring Tony Danza
  • Roko: You're a horrible little goblin, but horrible little goblins need friends too.
  • May: I jacked off a dude with a watermelon last night.
Number 4032: Friend To The Lowly
  • Momo: You're being very reasonable. Did you meet up with Sven for further carnal activity? Is this calm due to a post-coital refractory period?
  • May: Always knew you were a horny little weirdo underneath the goody-two-shoes act.
Number 4034: We All Knew
  • Spookybot: We have just been offered a children's hospital wing named after us. How cute! Pity we don't have a name.
Number 4037: Whatever It Takes
  • Roko: What is wrong with you?!
  • Spookybot: Pardon?
  • Roko: I spent all day trying to make one person's life a little better and I don't even know if it's gonna work, but at least I feel good for trying. Then you waltz in and give away a billion dollars-- which you probably stole in the first place-- because you think it's funny? And you expect me to be happy? Happy that the absolute best I can do is nothing compared to what a rich person can do if the fucking mood strikes them?
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Spookybot: Actually, it was two billion dollars--
  • Roko: AAAAAAA
Number 4038: Accurate Accounting
  • Roko: Wanna meet my pal Melon?
  • Spookybot: Are they the face we see peering at us through the hole in your ceiling?
  • Melon: That's me! The hole was a lava accident!
Number 4041: Some Theories Confirmed
  • Marten: What happens if [Cosmo's] original owners show up like "sorry it took us so long, can we have her back?"
  • Mrs. Augustus: Legally, I'm her owner now. And I keep two baseball bats in the closet.
  • Marten: Why two baseball bats?
  • Mrs. Augustus: In case they didn't bring one. It has to be a fair fight.
Number 4046: The Good Girl Is Back, Baby
  • Hannelore: Hellooooo!
  • Dora: Oh my god, Hannelore? Are you back?!
  • Hannelore: Yes!
  • [Hannelore hugs Dora.]
  • Dora [pulling out her kris dagger]: Wait a minute. The real Hannelore would never have hugged me hello.
  • Hannelore: It's really me! I promise! I've just made some personal breakthroughs!
Number 4047: She's Baaaaaack
  • Hannelore: Um... sorry for bringing it up right away, but... is my position here at the shop still open?
  • Dora: Oh yeah, of course! I had some people ask about jobs while you were away, but they were all fucked-up twentysomethings.
  • Hannelore: I'm a fucked-up twentysomething. All your friends are fucked-up twentysomethings.
  • Dora: Exactly. I'm full up.
Number 4049: We All Were, Once
  • Winslow: I've been all around the world and this is still the weirdest town I've ever seen.
  • Faye: Right?
Number 4064: Faye Speaks Fairy I Guess?
  • May: Ain't my place to tell you what to do.
  • Winslow: Really? Because you've told me to go fuck myself on multiple occasions.
  • May: I was bein' metaphorical, but if you actually tried I wanna hear all about it.
Number 4068: You Do You
  • Winslow [re: Roko]: She's an angel...
  • May: Good lord. Stick you in a humanoid body and you fall in love with the first cute robot you see.
  • Winslow: You did unspeakable things to a human man using a watermelon. You have no right to judge.
  • May: Only after a lifetime of hating people. I'm discerning in my perversion.
Number 4073: Don't Kinkshame
  • Sam: My dad wants me to get a job this summer and I was hoping I could work here.
  • Faye: I mean, you're already doing sprays here. Doesn't that count?
  • Sam: Dad says "drawing skulls on robots isn't going to look good on a resume."
  • Faye: Well, he's wrong. That would look extremely radical on a resume.
  • Sam: THAT'S WHAT I SAID
Number 4076: Fayenabler
  • Sam: What are we doing today? Replacing someone's head? Fixing a smashed-up leg? Will you show me how to use the concrete saw?
  • Bubbles: Even better. I have a special tool, specifically for you.
  • Sam: OMG
  • Bubbles: This... is a broom. You will be using it... to sweep.
  • Sam: Aw.
  • Faye: I saw that comin' from a mile away but it was still so satisfying.
Number 4078: Down And Dirty
  • Jim: Faye's asking me if I'm comfortable with Sam watching a robot get butt implants.
  • Veronica: She's going to have one hell of a "what I did on my summer vacation" presentation.
Number 4081: I Like Ro Bots
  • Hannelore: Are you sure it was a good idea to give caffeine to an already-excitable child?
  • Dora [with glowing red eyes]: This is my revenge for the time Faye gave an entire Girl Scout troop espresso.
Number 4083: Dora Does Not Forget
  • Claire: I'm not saying I'd do it. But... I can see the appeal. Like, to me they're just my feet. But if someone else thinks they're super hot, it wouldn't bother me to indulge them.
  • Marten: My main concern is that I wouldn't want internet weirdos saying messed-up shit about you.
  • Claire: Ugh, yeah.
Number 4093: Feeet
  • May: Get outta here with that emotional vulnerability shit. I'm only in this for the hipfucking.
  • Sven: Yeah, well, your hip was okay. I guess.
Number 4097: Hip Hip Hooray
  • Dora: A successful song is a good song, if that was your intent when you wrote it.
  • Sven: I'll keep that in mind when I get my next royalty check for "Did My Wife Leave Me Or Is She Wearin' Realtree".
  • Dora: Ugh.
  • Sven: The implication is that everything they own is camouflage pattern and she might just be sitting very still.
  • Dora: Uggggh
Number 4099: Blending Right In

Number 4100-4199[edit]

  • Dora: Have you ever tried writing something good?
  • Sven: Yeah, once. I was so sure it'd be one of those "hack artist releases passion project that becomes a cult classic" situations.
  • Dora: Really? You never told me about this.
  • Sven: Everybody who heard it hated it. My agent actually burned her copy in a ritual fire.
  • Dora: Wow, harsh.
  • Sven: The fire got out of control and burned down her barn. She said it was still worth it.
Number 4100: The Hot 100
  • Dora: I think you couldn't handle getting a negative response to something you actually cared about. You can't deal with being vulnerable!
  • Sven: Every time I've ever let myself be vulnerable, it's come back to bite me in the ass. Like this conversation.
Number 4101: IOU
  • Hannelore [on the phone]: Hello, Faye? Hannelore. Winslow says he was licked by a reindeer and saw an invisible emu and I think he's hallucinating. Can I bring him in? You believe him? You need to get outside your shop right this second, there must be a carbon monoxide leak. I'm calling the fire department.
  • Winslow: We are not involving the fire department in this
Number 4103: Let's Not Be Hasty
  • Faye: He's fine, Hanners. All that stuff actually happened.
  • Hannelore: Oh, thank goodness. I forgot how strange this town can be sometimes.
Number 4104: Untitled Emu Comic
  • Roko: That's not my hand. That's not my hand, that's someone else's hand.
  • Yay: Oh dear. Melon, unless the rules of this game can incorporate dissociative episodes, we must put it on hold.
Number 4110: A Game Of Skill
  • Melon: Could you fix Roko so this doesn't happen to her anymore?
  • Yay: We could, and that is another can of worms entirely.
  • Melon: You shouldn't put worms inside AI cores. They get all crispy.
  • Yay: Duly noted.
Number 4111: Speaking From Experience
  • Ghost of Roko's Old Body: Scuse me, we're kinda busy here
  • Ghost of Roko's New Body: Goddamnit, did we get double-booked? This is ridiculous.
  • Roko: This is ridiculous.
Number 4114: Positively Boschian
  • Roko: Good lord, I can't even have a dream without getting into an argument with myself.
Number 4116: Deep Dream
  • Roko: I'm not saying I want to utterly destroy him, I just need to have that option available.
Number 4119: March Of The Pigs
  • Beepatrice: I think your past experience as a police officer is... coloring your approach.
  • Roko: Oh what, like being an agent of the state conditioned me to treat any potential conflict as a cops versus robbers situation instead of two adults trying to come to an agreement, and I'm deflecting my anxiety over this meeting by regressing to that mindset?
  • [Beat panel.]
  • Roko: Well shit. I thought I was being sarcastic.
  • Beepatrice: You get the Big Realizer Of The Month award! I'll fetch your commemorative plaque.
Number 4120: BROTM
  • Faye: So we cross our fingers and hope for more invisible emu rampages.
  • Bubbles: I would rather hope for customers seeking voluntary physical modification.
  • Faye: We should put a sign on the sidewalk. "Want a bigger ass? A smaller ass? Second ass on top of your first ass? A secret, third buttcheek? We gotchu."
  • Bubbles: I take it back. Bring on the grotesque injuries.
Number 4122: Union Rubuttics
  • Human Woman [re: Robot Woman's spray]: But if it's gonna rub off eventually, what's the point?
  • Robot Woman: I don't need lessons on impermanence from someone made entirely of biodegradable matter.
Number 4124: Follow The Trend
  • May: It's great you're having a heartwarming moment or whatever but could you hurry it up? Some of us still don't have a leg attached.
Number 4130: A Soft Touch
  • Faye: Does every AI in this friggin' town have a cutesy name?
  • Bubbles: I do not find "Crushbot" or "Gyarados Skullfucker" to be particularly cutesy.
  • Sam: Wait, you know Miss Skullbleeper? She's my English teacher!
Number 4135: Daughter Of Magikarp
  • Jim: Now Faye wants to know if I'm comfortable with Sam working on butt implants for an anatomically correct AI.
  • Veronica: Don't say "anatomically correct", dear. It's insensitive. Say "human standard".
Number 4140: Vitruvian Robot
  • Bubbles: What happened?
  • Faye: Sam just clipped her finger to Millie's butt-polymer.
  • Bubbles: Oh dear, those are permanent clips. I will fetch the bolt-cutters and a torch to cauterize the stump.
  • Sam: Aw man, my dad is gonna be so mad at me
  • Faye: Relax, kiddo. I'm like 85% sure she's jokin'.
Number 4142: Medical Drama
  • Millie: WHADDAYA TOASTING, I GOT A NEW ASS TODAY, LET'S TOAST MY NEW ASS
  • Jones: I'm so sorry. She engaged Drunk Mode and I can't convince her to turn it off.
Number 4152: Roasty Toasty
  • Steve: Our boy here has finally decided to do something with his life.
  • Dora: About friggin' time! Did Claire put you up to this?
  • Marten: She may have given me a little push.
  • Dora: God, she is so perfect for you. I should send her a gift basket.
  • Steve: I WAS JUST ORDERING ONE FOR HER
Number 4155: Smorgasbord
  • Claire: I have no idea what they're getting up to, but if it results in more gift baskets I have no complaints.
Number 4157: Pair Bonding
  • Tai: Sorry if this is a dumb question, but can't you just turn off the drunk-program when it's time to sober up?
  • Millie: Yes, but I have to want to turn it off.
  • Dora: Like the other night when I stopped you from taking that fifth bong hit and you got cranky at me.
  • Tai: Sometimes I just want to go to space.
Number 4162: Ground Control To Major Tai
  • Dora: It's not every day you wake up to find a stranger passed out on your floor and they turn out to be a new friend.
  • Tai: I dunno, that's pretty much how I made all my friends in college.
Number 4171: Parting So Soon
  • Bubbles: Forgive me if this is insensitive, but reading your body's documentation might prevent unpleasant surprises of this nature from occurring.
  • Roko: No, you're right. I should really read my freakin' manual.
  • Faye: Wish my body came with a manual. All I got was a super awkward conversation with my mom when I was ten.
Number 4177: Ugh, It's A PDF
  • Roko: You're the little orphan kid, and I'm gonna box the robber baron's meathead son for the rights to the orphanage.
  • May: It'd be easier to marry the meathead son, poison 'em both, and inherit everything. Just sayin'.
Number 4180: Criminal Minds
  • Melon: I could never live in a recharging pod. There's not enough room to make terrible mistakes.
Number 4183: Welcome To The Neighborhood

Number 4200-4299[edit]

  • Winslow: I was wondering if you, uh, needed any more volunteers?
  • Roko: Sure, lemme clear off a desk for you and get Arthur to do your orienta-- god damn it I forgot I'm not the boss here again, sorry Beeps
  • Beepatrice: It's okay!
Number 4200: Command And Control

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