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Nunnally: You think I really give a fuck? I can’t even read.
Milly: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'
Rivalz: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.
Lelouch: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.
Lelouch: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'
C.C.: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.
Suzaku: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.
Suzaku: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.
Zero, addressing the Black Knights: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.
Ohgi: But – that’s just a trash can.
Zero: It sure is.
Euphemia: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.
Lelouch: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.
Lelouch, trying to ask Suzaku out: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Nunnally: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
C.C: We need to get through this locked door. Zero, give me your credit card.
Zero: Here.
C.C., pocketing it: Thanks. Kallen, kick down the door.
Zero: I trust Suzaku.
Cornelia: You think he knows what he’s doing?
Zero: I wouldn't go that far.