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Lucille: ”She knows everything. She stopped drinking the tea, but I poisoned the porridge.”

Thomas: ”Lucille, stop it! Do we have to do this? Must we? ”

Lucille: Yes.”

—

”But the horror... The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ”

—

Lucille: [Looking at the dead butterflies] ”They're dying. They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die.”

Edith: ”How sad.”

Lucille: ”No, it's not sad, Edith. It's nature. It's a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet.”

Edith: ”Surely there's more to it than that.”

Lucille: ”Beautiful things are fragile. At home we have only black moths. Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. They thrive on the dark and cold.”

Edith: ”What do they feed on?”

Lucille: ”Butterflies, I'm afraid.”

Sticking to the mostly PG-13 ones because god knows this show gets vulgar--

Lex: "You're really pretty, you know that?"
Roscoe: "Thanks."
Lex: "You're supposed to say something nice to me now."
Roscoe: "You're fucking amazing."

Marty (to Roscoe): "Drinking is for boys with cheap purses."

Jeannie: "The next olive branch goes straight up your ass."

Roscoe: "Stop trying to do damage control. The damage is done. Congratulations, okay? Your narcissism wins again."
Marty: "Okay. Okay."
Roscoe: "It's bigger than all of us."
Marty: "Listen, I was trying to find the right way to tell you. I didn't want it just blurted out."
Roscoe: "You don't get to control how the world happens for me anymore."

Marty: "I believe in the dharma of search and destroy. I believe in the dharma of take no prisoners. I believe in the dharma of kickin' ass. And yet at the end of the day, reality wins."

Marty, trying to get a rise out of Roscoe: "A Stella McCartney scoop neck sweater and a nice pair of wide leg slacks. You know what would make it all really fierce? Crocs! I'm just gonna come right out and say it, the movie version of Rent, way better. Nicki Minaj strangles puppies."

Monica: "Do you know what a golden shower is?"
Roscoe: "When it's sunny and it rains?"
Monica: "Oh, that's magical."

”To know the future is to be trapped by it, Grandmother. My father knew it but he couldn't escape it. I want more freedom than that! A universe of surprises, that is what I pray for.” (Children of Dune, miniseries)

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”So I have chosen! To make a world where human kind can create its own future from moment to moment... Free of one man's vision... Free from the perversions of the prophet's words. And free of future predetermined.” (Children of Dune, miniseries)

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”How many nights... I have sat on Dune, just like this, imagining a night, just like this, with... with my father. Just the two of us... talking and laughing. And how many nights I have gone to sleep on the cold floor of the sietch, dreaming of his arms around me, sheltering me from everything I was afraid of, everything I could not understand!” (Children of Dune, miniseries)

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“The voice of a rebeck echoed from somewhere behind him. The music echoed and echoed until it entered his head, still echoing. It suffused his body and he felt himself to be large, very large, not a child at all. And his skin was not his own.” (Children of Dune, novel)

I could add pages of characters going off on philosophical ramblings but I won't. I also pretend the homophobic quotes from God Emperor of Dune don't exist.

You get this in gif form because I love my canon:

OH, RHYS. <3

"Have you done this before?"

"No, but I've been practising."

"The detention black is closed to visitors. Move along."

"You will let me pass."

"I will let you pass."

"I'm sorry. The detention black is closed to visitors."

"Ahsoka."

"Ugh. You will let us both pass."

--

"Well, I gave you a specific order not to come."

"If there's one thing I've learned from you, Master, it's that following direct orders it's always the best way to solve a problem."

"I see Anakin's new teaching method is to do as I say, not as I do."

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"Unhand me brigand!"

"*awkward silence*"

--

"Rocket launchers?"

"Shoulder fired. Very expensive."

"Paid for?"

"Very handsom- oh my look at time. Well, my work is done."

--

"It was fortold that you would be here. Our long awaited meeting has come at last."

"I'm glad I gave you something to look forward to."

Blackwall: Could you be a little more gentle the next time we spar, Cassandra?
Cassandra: Why? You can take it.
Blackwall: Yes, but I'd rather not.
Cassandra: (Laughs.) I did not realize you were made of glass.
Blackwall: Bruised glass, thank you.

Blackwall: So you were the Right Hand of the Divine, and Leliana the Left?
Cassandra: Yes, and if you joke about the Right Hand not knowing what the Left is doing, I will punch you.
Blackwall: Me? No, I would never make such a terrible joke.

Blackwall: The other day, did I see you punch a tree? What did it ever do to you?
Cassandra: Plenty.

Cole: It's you, Cassandra. Breathing from the belly, cold air warmed, stones beneath me, candle before me, Maker all around. Then nothing, empty, I'm cut, cauterized, then caught, cleansed by a light that carries me home. You're thinking backwards. You don't have faith because of the spirit. The spirit came because of your faith. It's you.
Cassandra: Thank you, Cole. I appreciate that.

Cole: The room with the candle. It wasn't a lie. Your faith was real.
Cassandra: The same could be said for Lambert or Lucius. A single moment of perfect faith does not make one immune to fault.
Cole: Belly knotted, the candle burns like the sun. No voice but my own for months. "Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter."
Cassandra: "Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just."

Dorian: Tell me, Cassandra: did your family throw suitors at you?
Cassandra: My uncle did, waves of them – until I broke one's arm. Then there were fewer.

Iron Bull: That was some solid work back there, Seeker.
Cassandra: You, as well.
Iron Bull: The way you backhanded that guy with your shield and then damn near chopped him in half? Hey, are you as turned on as I am right now?

Cassandra: I enjoy fighting at your side, Bull.
Iron Bull: Same here, Seeker.
Cassandra: But I will also enjoy returning to the base and sinking slowly into a steaming hot bath, sprinkled with rose petals.
Iron Bull: Oh, now you're just being mean! I mean, roses! Who has sex smelling like roses? Violets, or a nice frangipane, maybe.
Cassandra: *laughs*

Iron Bull: Hey, Seeker, if I hit a guy high while you go low, you think we could get him to flip?
Cassandra: Flip?
Iron Bull: Yes. Ass over tea kettle, you know.
Varric: I expect an ale cask before a tea kettle, frankly.
Vivienne: Not over my tea kettle.
Dorian: Now there's a turn of phrase.
Sera: (Laughs.) Ass kettle.
Iron Bull: Yeah, yeah.
Cassandra: I... suppose that could be done?
Iron Bull: I've always wanted to get a guy to flip!

Sera: Well, sorry I'm scared of the stuff I've been warned about my whole life––––like most people who aren't Seekers.
Cassandra: I apologize. I could help if you're willing.
Sera: Pfft! No, I have things to do. You can help by standing in front of me.
Cassandra: (Laughs.) That I can do.

Cassandra: Sera, about you and the Inquisitor...
Sera: Right, here we go. What is it from you?
Cassandra: If you are going to pursue this, make it worth it. Be happy.
Sera: You cagey, boxed up, kissy romantic!
Cassandra: Ugh, there is no need to tell anyone that.

Sera: Hey, Cassandra! Were those really all your names or were you having them on?
Cassandra: Having who on?
Sera: At the Winter Palace. Were you having them on or are you really Cassandra Allergy Porta Fillomajig Pentaghast?
Cassandra: It really is. My family is as pretentious as it is large.
Sera: (Laughs.) How do you remember them all?
Cassandra: I have them stitched into all my clothes.
Sera: Hey Inquisitor! Is that true? Do they fit across her underpants?
Cassandra: You will not answer that.

Cassandra: No. No, Andraste did not specifically say one should not punch bears.

Solas: Sadly, yes. Too few invested with authority possess the courage to alter their course. They fear the appearance of weakness.
Cassandra: The truth is more important than my reputation, and anyone willing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try.

Cassandra: Varric, does Hawke ever autograph books?
Varric: Why? Doesn't your copy of the "Tale of the Champion" have a big hole in it?
Cassandra: Yes... but it could also have Hawke's signature on it.

Varric: I can't believe you picked the absolute worst of my books to read. Why not Hard in Hightown?
Cassandra: I have enough mysteries and investigations of my own.
Varric: What? You don't want to solve more in your spare time?
Cassandra: Then you killed my favorite character in Chapter 3, so I threw the book across the room.
Varric: Ah, a critic. Say no more.

Cassandra: (sigh) Not all my feelings involve stabbing.

... I could go on for a long time. Dragon Age is absolutely packed with hours of dialogue, and I haven't even scratched the surface of those that concern my character yet.

I want to play Inquisition. :(

I wish you could tooooo. :(

And then there's this scene which actual quoting just won't do any justice. BEAR PUNS. SO MANY BEAR PUNS.

Someone should torment Cass with bear puns, but it won't be Lucille.

DRAWING HEARTS AROUND ALL THE INQUISITION PARTY BANTER FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I guess I'm telling you all this as a way of explaining about my mom. When people ask me about her, I say she's very pretty. When they ask if she's smart like me, I say she's very pretty.

*

I don't know if I can write about everything afterward. It's going to sound like I'm trying to be dramatic, but it's not like that. It isn't for anyone else. You only fall because your legs stop working. And you don't fall to your knees, you fall on your ass into a patch of crabgrass like the Idiot of the Year. You scream for your mom because you really think it will bring her back. And when it doesn't, your skin feels too tight, and your lungs are full of cotton, and you couldn't call her again if you wanted to. And you don't get up, and you don't think up any clever plans, because you're only waiting to burst like a firecracker and die. It's the only thing to do.

*

"So . . . you Boov have boys and girls . . . just like us?"

"Of course," said J.Lo. "Do not be ridicumulus."

I smiled a wan little smile. "Sorry."

"The Boov are having seven magnificent genders. There is boy, girl, boygirl, girlboy, boyboy, boyboygirl, and boyboyboyboy."

I had absolutely no response to this.

*

"Daniel Landry's district is far south of here," he said, "on some former Indian land."

"Indian land? Like a reservation?"

"That's right."

"Is this Dan guy an Indian?"

"I don't think so, no. I'm pretty sure he's white. He wasn't a governor or anything before, but he's really rich, so I imagine he's a good leader."

"Uh-huh. But he's white," I said. "The Indians elected a white guy?"

"Well . . . I don't know. I imagine all the other people elected him. It's mostly white folks living on the reservation now."

I frowned. "And the Indians are okay with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well . . . it was a reservation," I said. "It was land we promised to the Native Americans. Forever."

Mitch looked at me like I was speaking in tongues. "But . . . we needed it," he said.

*

[FOUR PAGES OF "MEOW"]

Edited 2016-09-04 17:00 (UTC)

Four pages of "meow"?

That icon is literally a photo of the book. They were cloning cats. . . .

And from the second book:

We were quiet a moment. Which was to say that I was quiet and the Chief was a figment of my imagination.

*

Re: Bill and the nature of consciousness

"Is it . . . is it normal for him to be like this? Are billboard bluzzers usually this smart and helpful?"

NO.

"Not usualies," J.Lo agreed. "But this sort of thing can sometimes to happen. If a robot is for too long frustrated at its job."

Bill was slaloming in and out of koobish's ears. They tried to nip him as he passed.

"I don't understand that," I admitted. "Frustrated?"

J.Lo set down the pieces he was fiddling with. "Yes. Aslike . . . a robot who always wants to do, but it cannot do. When we wants to do something but cannot, that is when we think. When our consciousness awakes up and stretches its arms. That is when we imagine, and plan, and dream about the undone thing. Ignored for too long and not able to show any-Boov his message, Bill developed a bug. Some bad code. A . . . glitch."

I felt weird talking about Bill right in front of him like this. After he zoomed up the ramp to the bedroom, I said, "A glitch? Bill can think. Like he's alive. He might be as smart as a person -- that's not a glitch."

J.Lo gave me a sad look. "People are glitches," he said.

He returned to his work. "Their worlds do not want them," he continued. "A fox? It knows how to be a fox. Any koobish is the number one expert at being a koobish. But Peoples? Boov and humans and Gorg and Habadoo and suchlike? We are the only ones who don't know how to be. Who do not know the right things to do."

*

Todaynow, the Boov are nearly 8 million solar lengths from home, I read. That is fifteen light years. That is 142 trillion kilometers. That is 88 trillion miles.

The helmet on my head began to hum softly.

The Boov will never again see that motherworld that made us, it continued, and which we then treated shabbily, and did not respect, and was later then forfeit. The Museum of Noises introduces to you the Sound of Space, withto evoke the vast distance inbetween the Boovish peoples and our lost HOME.

That was everything on the plaque. Then a pair of blinders lapped down to cover my eyes, and the hum of the helmet fell away, and I heard nothing.

Not a recording of nothing, but actually nothing. The earpieces somehow canceled out the sounds of the air, and Bill's faint whirr, and distant noises I hadn't even realized I was hearing until they were suddenly gone. I heard nothing. Just my heartbeat.

"Big deal," I whispered. The sound of it was all inside my skull, and surprisingly loud. Cowed, I fell silent again and listened. I wondered what I was supposed to be thinking about. I wondered if I was supposed to remove the helmet myself or if it was a moment-of-silence kind of thing; I'd just have to ride it out until the helmet decided I'd searched my soul or whatever. My big dumb soul.

I couldn't tell if Bill was still there. I couldn't tell if any walls were still surrounding me. I might have been anywhere; I might have been home. Fell asleep with my headphones on again, I thought with a smirk.

When it came, it came without warning. I thought it was going to be a yawn. Something ordinary but unstoppable, rising up from my chest, seizing control of my mouth and eyes. Just a yawn.

Oh, I thought suddenly. I'm crying.

*

"Ahyes! We have been talking, Funsize and I. The moon's core can fuel my time machine, so long as you do not mind me stealing power from your death ray, Funsize."

The garbage Boov waved a hand. "Oh, I was probably going to dismantle it," he said. "A death ray in the home is more likely to be used against a loved one than on your enemies anyway. Statistically."

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And one last one, before I end up quoting two whole books at you all:

"It's going to get worse," Mom said, "'cause that's how it is. And you're going to hate me a little in your teens. Like, legitimately hate me."

"Wha . . . no," I said. "You know I love you --"

"Oh, and you think you can't do both at the same time? Love and hate? You can totally do both, Gratuity! Get ready! And when you go off to college, you'll say mean things about me to your new friends -- unfair things, because you'll all hate your parents. You and your friends will have invented hating your parents. And . . . you'll learn so much and go so many places, places I never could go. So you'll think you're better than me." She took my face in her hands, smiling suddenly. "And you'll be better than me -- you'll be so much better than me."

Her eyes were wet; her cheeks were stained. I knew my face looked like her face.

"Later, you'll call more," she said. "And visit. You'll be, like . . . amazed when you realize I'm right about a few things. I'll be like a horse who can do math. Maybe later still you'll have a daughter and realize how . . . just . . . screwed up and hopeless we all are."

She let me go and leaned back.

"And eventually you and me'll get to be friends again, kind of. Like school friends who were always seated together because we have the same last name. You never would have chosen me, but now . . . why not, you know?"

Mr. Peanutbutter: Sweetie, you know I support you, whatever you want to do, but you're not gonna find what you're looking for in these awful made-up places. The universe is a cruel, uncaring void. The key to being happy isn't a search for meaning. It's to just keep yourself busy with unimportant nonsense, and eventually, you'll be dead.

BoJack Horseman: The two of you are playing with fire.
Mr. Peanutbutter: A fire called having a good idea.
Todd Chavez: Maybe a fire called friendship.
BoJack Horseman: Fires aren't called things.
Todd Chavez: What about the Chicago fire? Or Gabe.
Mr. Peanutbutter: Who's Gabe?
Todd Chavez: Just a fire I meant once, named him Gabe.

Mr. Peanutbutter: [Mr. Peanutbutter is looking out a window to see a raven, sitting on the electrical wires, while wearing a dinner suit with a drink in one hand and smoking. The raven coughs from the cigarette, and flies away] Raven on a wire. A gloomy portent, precariously perched. And, as the sun sets, so does it spread its deathly shadow across the just, and unjust of the outdoor seating area of the California Pizza Kitchen.

Mr. Peanutbutter: "Team players wanted"? Oh, I'm such a good team player, I make all the other team players look like garbage.

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Seahorse baby!

Merrill: Certainly your people have stories about the Dalish. No?
Fenris: My people?
Merrill: The elves in Tevinter. They must have heard of us.
Fenris: They've heard. They just don't care.
Merrill: But if they ran away, the Dalish would help them.
Fenris: You might as well say, "If they flew into the sky, they could live in the clouds."
Merrill: What would they eat in the clouds? There's nothing there but fluff and the occasional bird.
Fenris: This is why nobody takes the Dalish seriously.

Merrill: Isabela? Um... I think we've been here before. We've passed that same cracked tile six times now.
Isabela: Andraste's granny-panties! I knew things were going too smoothly!
Merrill: Does Andraste really wear granny-panties? How do you know all these things?
Isabela: (Sighs) Come on, Kitten. Let's see if we can find the entrance and start again.

Anders: Do the Dalish ever have fancy parties? I always imagined they celebrated most big occasions by eating mushrooms and acorns. And maybe dancing naked around a campfire.
Merrill: You know, I was wondering when the naked dancing was going to start. And the human sacrifice. I mean, you just can't throw a decent party without kidnapping a human child and offering her entrails to the sky gods.
Anders: Really?
Merrill: No.

Merrill: You remind me of Hahren Paivel, Varric. Only younger. And shorter. And not as serious.
Varric: So it's a close resemblance, then.
Merrill: Well, he tells stories. And you tell stories. Although none of his begin, "No shit, there I was."
Varric: I'll have to give him some better stories, then.

Merrill: If your city was stolen, why didn't you just call the guards?
Sebastian: I'm afraid the matter can't be handled by guards, Merrill.
Merrill: Aveline could help you! She's very good at making thieves give things back. I think it's because she's so tall.
Sebastian: This is beyond even Aveline's power, I'm sorry to say.
Merrill: Are you sure? Have you seen her hit people?
Aveline: I can hear every word you're saying.

Bethany: So, is the Keeper... your mother?
Merrill: I left my clan when I was a child to become Marethari's First. I haven't seen my parents in more than ten years.
Bethany: I'm so sorry! My father died in the Blight. You must really miss them.
Merrill: I remember my mother singing to me, when I was a little girl and I'd get sick. I think that's what I miss the most. The Keeper has a terrible singing voice.

Awww, Merrill. I love her.

I did this one last time, but I don't care, it's the best. Besides, I didn't do it in gif form last time.

So I found out last time we did this meme that DmC isn't particularly quotable in a flat text sense. SO HEY, GIFS.

And Nu's favorite exchange, the pinnacle of maturity...

To conclude... almost title drop:

Edited 2016-09-04 19:48 (UTC)

My favorite Khadgar quotes are actually from the game, where he is a sassy grandpa for Reasons That Did Not Happen In The Movie Thank Goodness. I don't have exact quotes here yet in tiny phone internet-land, but it would be a disservice if I didn't link this summary of his requests from a recent questline.