Catalina, walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Clovis, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.
Clovis, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Blake: Bonjour, Akira. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?
Akira: No, I don't want to sleep with you.
Blake: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

Akira: Would you like something to drink? *They open the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-
Clovis: Spiders?
Akira: Spiders it is then.
Clovis: No, that wasn’t-
*But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*

Akira: Hopefully Catalina has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.
Catalina: Oh, shut up and die Akira.

Louis: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?
Akira: Bleach.
Blake: Sewage.
Louis: ...Please calm down, edgelords.

Blake's only edgy in his poems. ;□;

No, that is accurate XD louis needs the most sophisticated, favourable type of coke, even if it tastes horrible XD

Akira: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong?
Louis: Yeah, I have.
Akira: Have you heard of Cole’s law?
Louis: Is this a joke about coleslaw?
Akira: …maybe.

Deamon: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me.
Clovis: But did I make you cry?
Deamon: *cries on the spot*
Clovis: ...Shit.

Catalina: Deamon, I know you love Akira. I mean, we all do, he's a very nice person and I respect him immensely.
Catalina: But I think he might be a fucking idiot.