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Zeb: I lost Ezra.
Kanan: How did you LOSE Ezra?!
Zeb: To be fair, he is very small.
Sabine: I have very high standards, you know.
Ezra: I can make spaghetti...
Sabine: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!
Zeb: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my speeder?
Kanan: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Hera, deer!"
Zeb: ...And what did Hera do?
Kanan: ...She said "Yes, Honey?"
Ezra: I love being right. It’s one of my favorite personality traits.
Kanan: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Hera: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
Kanan: That one. I want that one.
Hera: Isn’t it a bit dangerous?
Kanan: Hera, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.
Hera: ...
Kanan: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.
Hera: ...
Kanan: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.
Hera: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.
Kanan: Is this your plan B?
Ezra: Technically, this is plan P.
Kanan: Plan P? Is there a plan M?
Ezra: Yes, but I marry Sabine in plan M.
Sabine: I like plan M.
Sabine: Trouble at 2 o'clock!
Ezra: *looks down at his watch*
Ezra: Now, how do you know that?
Hera: I'll offer you some friendly advice-
Zeb: I don't want your advice.
Hera: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.