Domi: Hey, meal-ticket, youre leaking weird bird-ice. Thats expensive to fix.
Durginal Queen: A plush toy guards the planets last spark? How quaint.
Domi: I guard my grocery budget.
Domi: Wanna see what 2 000 PSI feels like on manicured nails?
Durginal Queen: Insolent pest!
Lilian Diavera: Run… I dont have pet insurance.
Domi: Your crowns crooked, maam. Let me adjust it—permanently.
Domi: Bus fares on her.
Lilian Diavera: Domi, thanks for the help. But please get out and let the heroes handle this.
Lilian Diavera: Domi, no—she'll turn you to paste!
Domi: Then I'll be the paste that ruins her dental work.
Domi: Eat recycled aluminum, fancy-bug.
Durginal Queen: Delicious. Your violence tastes like desperation and high-fructose corn syrup.
Domi: Yeah, about that... any chance I could get a mulligan?
Durginal Queen: Redos are for pretty things. You're clearance-rack merchandise.
Lilian Diavera: Nobody throws my grocery goblin through a wall!
Domi: Next time... we negotiate delivery fees first...