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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Corinthian, holding a fork: You know you’re talking a lot of shit for someone who has 2 perfectly good eyeballs each cost about $16,000 on the blackmarket. Roman: .... Corinthian: *lip smack*

Corinthian: How does one turn their emotions off? Roman: Okay, so first go to settings. Roman: I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first. Corinthian: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

Roman: Hey, Corinthian, what do you think it would be like if we had kids? Corinthian: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly. Roman: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it? Corinthian: Can't really say I have. Roman: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes. Corinthian: Sorry, Roman. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Corinthian: I just ended a five year relationship. Roman: Oh no, are you okay? Corinthian: It's okay, it wasn't mine.

Corinthian: Pick a card, any card. Roman: Fine. Corinthian: Wait, that's my credit card! Roman: You said any card.

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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Roman: I have issues. Oswald: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept- Roman: With you.

Oswald: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Roman: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Roman: Oswald, my old friend! Oswald: I think you tried to kill me at some point. Roman: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

Oswald: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Roman, are a fucking cactus.

Roman: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Oswald: Only if you also don't ask why. Oswald: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag* Roman: ... Roman, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Oswald: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm. Roman: That is not something you actually have installed. Oswald: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Eliza: Did it hurt when you fell- Roman: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Eliza: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Roman: ... Eliza: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Roman: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Eliza: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Eliza: I made tea. Roman: I don't want tea. Eliza: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea. Roman: Then why did you tell me? Eliza: It's a conversation starter. Roman: It's a horrible conversation starter. Eliza: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Roman: If I die, you can have what little I own. Eliza: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Roman: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Eliza: Eliza: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.

Eliza: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Eliza: *turns around and helps Roman through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Roman. Roman: Okay.

Eliza: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Roman: Awww, thanks- Eliza: That’s not a good thing. Roman: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

✏️ - if you're still accepting, I yeet Em at you for these ridiculously amazing quotes

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Black Mask: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game... Em, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Black Mask: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Em: Who hurt you? Black Mask: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Em: ...Yes, actually.

*Black Mask is speaking on the phone* Black Mask: Yeah, I'm with Em. Em: Im fucking dying- Black Mask: Yep, they're okay. Em: I have a knife in my chest! Black Mask: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry. Em: IM BLEEDING OUT-

Em: Do you think I’m ugly? Black Mask: It’s not about looks, Em. What’s valuable is on the inside... Em: Black Mask... Black Mask: For example, someone's heart. Em: Aw... Stop it- Black Mask: It could be purchased for more than a million dollars, you know. Em: Seriously, stop.

Black Mask, at Em's funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone: Of course. *They leave* Black Mask, leaning over Em′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Em: Yeah, no shit.

Em: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Black Mask: Why not? Em: Because I don't know what they mean.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂  :  𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  

repost, don’t reblog.  bold whatever applies.

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 :    gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 :    black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 :    bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 :    malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃 &  𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 :    aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking  /  backpacking.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 :    daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Carmine: When I first met you, I did not like you. Roman: I'm aware of that. Carmine: But then you and I had some time together. Roman: Uh-huh? Carmine: It did not get better.

Roman: I could kill you if I wanted. Carmine: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Kidnapper: I have your partner. Carmine: What? I don't have a partner... Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Carmine: Oh my god, you have Roman.

Carmine: I feel so burnt out. Roman: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. Carmine: Are you gonna... assassinate me? Roman: Well not if you’re expecting it.