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Jinx: We do this the old-fashioned way.
Jinx: *pulls out a Molotov cocktail*
Vi: How did you make that so fast?!
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You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your family back to you or my mother to me?
— Caitlyn
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Vi: What a week, huh.
Caitlyn: Vi, it's Wednesday.
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Ezreal: Wow, you're so brave! You didn't even hesitate to throw yourself in danger!
Vi: That's because I have no regard for my own personal safety. You can ask Caitlyn.
Caitlyn: I have never been more stressed in my entire life.
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Vi: I like to be creative when I fight. It gets my juices going.
Caitlyn: Can we cook with your juices?!
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Jayce: I’ve got a new game. It’s called Rifle or Vi. I give you real things I’ve heard Caitlyn say and you have to tell me if she was talking to her rifle or her girlfriend.
Vi:
Caitlyn: I don’t think I like this game.
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Caitlyn: I love you.
Vi: You literally just told me I was the bane of your existence yesterday.
Caitlyn: Two things can be true at the same time.
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Caitlyn, trying to open a door: It's locked.
Vi, rolling up her sleeves: It’s okay. Locks are my specialty.
Vi: *punches the door until it breaks*
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Caitlyn: [knocks on Jinx’s door]
Jinx: Fuck off!
Caitlyn: [knocks again, showing off her policeman badge through the door’s window]
Jinx: Fuck off, ma'am!
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Vi: So, what's for dinner?
Caitlyn, staring at the food she burnt: Regret.
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Orianna: Uh oh. I think instead of turning on my long-term memory, I just turned off my short-term memory.
Seraphine: Oh... is that bad?
Orianna: Huh? Is what bad?
Seraphine: Your memory thing getting shut off.
Orianna: Who shut off my memory?!
Seraphine: You did!
Orianna: Did what?
Seraphine: Shut off your memory!
Orianna: Why do you want me to shut off my memory?!
Seraphine: No, it's already shut off!
Orianna: What is?!
Seraphine: Your memory!
Orianna: Yeah, what about it?
Viktor: Well, this is a drastic improvement...
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Caitlyn: Do you really think thatis appropriate attire?
Ezreal, in crocs: You said dress comfortably, not fashionably.
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Caitlyn: Every time! Your big mouth gets us into trouble every time!
Vi: Not every time, only like, a third of the time.
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Jinx: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.
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Cassandra: I don't want my daughter dating a screw up!
Vi: Well I don't want my favorite girlfriend daughter-ing a jerk mom! Burn on you!
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Ezreal: I can’t believe we’re stuck in this elevator.
Vi: Can anyone hear us?! Hello?!?
Ezreal: You’re just yelling? Why not use those arms and rip the doors open?
Vi: It’s not a safe idea until I know what we’re dealing with.
Ezreal: So you’re telling me those bazookas are just for show?!?
Vi: Okay, I know you’re scared, but they’re called biceps-
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[at Grayson's funeral]
Marcus: *places his hand on the headstone and sobs*
Marcus: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed.
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