Patton, when Janus and Roman are fighting: Well, I guess we'll just have to look for proof to see who's not being truthful!
Janus, studying his gloves: Go ahead, search my room; I have nothing to hide.
Roman, indignant: Oh, and I do?!
Janus: Uh, did I say anything about you, stupid bitch?
Roman: ...
Janus, scoffing: Egocentric much?
Roman, sagely: Treat bugs as you wish to be treated.
Patton: Killed without hesitation.
Roman: NO— Do you need to talk?
Patton, voice breaking: Yeah that'd be nice
Janus, black veil attached to his bowler hat: This is so sad. I'll miss my husband so much.
Virgil: There's still blood on your hands. You obviously killed him.
Janus: So incredibly sad that my wealthy husband has died.
Virgil: You— This is so suspicious. How does nobody else find this incredibly suspicious?
Patton, hugging Janus: Shhh. He's grieving.
Logan, patting Janus's back: Shhh. He's single.
Remus: I always thought young, good-looking, nice teachers were made up for fiction plots
Roman: And...?
Remus: Then I met this one teacher at my school, and I don't know, there's something about him. Handsome, button-down, glasses, dark, kinda curly hair, tall and lean, did a flammability lab where we got to light shit on fire—
Logan, handsome, button-down, glasses, dark, kinda curly hair, tall and lean, loves to light shit on fire with Remus: *speechless*
Roman, when Remus leaves: He's... He's friendzoning you so hard... He's projecting his attraction to you on someone who's like you...
Logan: I have to go. I'm going to smash something with a bat.
Logan, quietly, seeing a unisex bathroom sign: Ah, yes, the three genders: Pants, skirt, and wheelchair.
Thomas:
Everyone who can't hear/see Logan: *gives him strange looks*