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Ezra: Guess what I'm about to get!
Zeb: On my nerves.
Ahsoka, upon learning how Sabine used the Force: So you’re not Force-sensitive?
Sabine: Well, not really.
Ahsoka: You’re just a liar.
Kallus: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Zeb.
Sabine: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.
Ezra: I’m “a couple of things”.
Kanan, with Ahsoka: We're “got distracted”.
Kanan, about Kallus and Zeb: My stars, would you two just get a room already?
Kallus: Excuse me, Kanan?
Kanan: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?
Zeb: ...
Ahsoka: I ship it!
Ezra: CAN YOU NOT?
Zeb: I’m a reverse necromancer.
Kallus: Isn’t that just killing people?
Zeb: Ah, technically.
Hera: I love you.
Kanan: Me too.
Rex: Tell me a little about yourself.
Kallus: I'd rather not, I really like this group.
Rex: I’m having salad for dinner!
Ahsoka:
Rex: Well, fruit salad.
Ahsoka:
Rex: Actually, it’s mostly grapes.
Ahsoka:
Rex: Okay, it’s all grapes.
Ahsoka:
Rex: Fermented grapes.
Ahsoka:
Rex:
Ahsoka:
Rex: It’s wine.
Rex: I’m having wine for dinner.
Kanan: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.