“Lake, could you please stop sweet-talking the weapons? It's kind of freaking me out.”
“Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It's terribly wasteful.”
“Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?”
“Jack throws his hands up. “Okay, is this some kind of a joke? Seriously, you are being the voice of reason here? I can’t handle this. Please start freaking out.”
“Weeping willows always remind me of summer. And sadness. Please stop crying sweet tree.”
“It's kind of beautiful, this scary world. I still want to go out of it as soon as possible, but when I look around and stop thinking about how insane it all is and just see it without freaking out, it's really beautiful.”