Marnie: "I don't understand. Don't two wrongs make a right? Doesn't feeling sorry for yourself count for anything anymore?"
Antonia: "No, it's like... If somebody hits you, and you hit them back, that's two things that happened. First they are a jerk, when they hit you. And then you also are a jerk, a person who hit somebody. The fact that they were a jerk doesn't mean you are not also a jerk. It's not like a coupon you cash in. Do you really not understand this concept?"
Marnie: "No, for I am a loser and a pretty shitty person."
Antonia: "Yeah, I'm noticing that."
Marnie: "Okay, but what if I give you some sadsacking Columbine speech about how nerds are picked on and feel bad about themselves all the time and need constant validation from people that don't give a shit, and then those same very important judging people are somehow also worthless and deserve to die?"
Antonia: "Noooo, but keep talking..."
Marnie: "Okay, and then a variation on the same speech I always give people whenever they notice how fucked up and awful I am? All about how killing vampires might be wrong, but really it's a very good idea? Which somehow convinces them to join my team even though it's really just the tautologically irrelevant ranting of a self-pitying crank?"
Antonia: "...And we're back. I don't know how you do it, Marnie."
Marnie: "Judging everybody by my own ridiculously low standard does seem to help."
Nan: "Everything I have said in literally the last four scenes!"
Bill: "Ah am busy choosin' mah weaponry for tonight's Emporium raid."
Nan: "I am making a literal threat that the Authority is going to take you down."
Eric: "I always thought you were pretty dumb. I kind of like how rude Bill is being."
Nan: "You're grounded! Everybody's grounded! True Death all around!"
Pam: "Don't you threaten him, you incompetent bitch."
Nan: "True Death for you too! I am mad with yelling power! You are grounded for a week. I dare you to ask me for two!"
Bill: "If that concludes our business, Ah must attend to silvering mahself for the day's rest. Thank you, gun-runner friend."
Jessica: "I just want to kill a bunch of shit. That is all I've got on my mind."