Person A: This is a mistake Bellamy, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Person A: But not today Bellamy, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess
it could be one of the enclave remnants. it could be one of his tabletop party members. it could be his partner in specifically the conspiracy spy game
Norton: Must be hard not being able to laugh Edward: I do have a sense of humor you know Norton: I’ve never heard you laugh before Edward: I’ve never heard you say anything funny
Norton: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Warden/Any of Norton's sensible friends: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Norton: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.
Edward, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Elle: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Edward, with the tone of someone who is used to Elle: Outstanding. Edward: This is what I’m talking about people.
Norton: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Warden: Twelve, actually. Norton: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Warden: Yours! Norton: That's right: no one's.
Person A: punches wall
Person A:
Person A: Take me to the hospital.
Bellamy, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!
Person A: But not today
Bellamy, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess
Norton: Must be hard not being able to laughEdward: I do have a sense of humor you know
Norton: I’ve never heard you laugh before
Edward: I’ve never heard you say anything funny
Warden/Any of Norton's sensible friends: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.
Norton: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.
Deacon: Do you know anything about my life?
Glory: No I do not. Good point.
Elle: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!
Edward, with the tone of someone who is used to Elle: Outstanding.
Edward: This is what I’m talking about people.
Warden: Twelve, actually.
Norton: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?
Warden: Yours!
Norton: That's right: no one's.