Citas

Helluva Boss

Blitz: So, what can I do you for this time, Stolas?
Stolas: There's a political candidate casing trouble up on Earth for a few of my associates. He's trying to convince people global warming exists.
Blitz: Doesn't it?
Stolas: Well, yes, but more people die if nothing is done about it. And it gets lonely here.

Loona: [Cellphone receives a message] Oh fuck, guys I just got a text from our client. Guess he was the right target after all.
Blitz: Who?
Loona: Him.
Bratty Kid: Me?
Loona: Yep.
Blitz: They wanted us to kill an actual child?
Loona: That's what they're saying.
Blitz: Well, Christ on a stick, I guess there is a god!

Stolas: When I become lonely, I become hungry. And when I become hungry, I want to choke on that red BLEEP of yours, BLEEP your salad and BLEEP lick all of your BLEEP, before taking out your BLEEP, and BLEEP-ing with more teeth until you're screaming EXTENDED BLEEP like a fucking baby.

Doctor: He appears to be in stable condition, but he'll need surgery. Now what insurance provider do you freaks have?
Blitz: The fuck is insurance?

Bratty Kid: It's been a literal hell having to pretend to be paralyzed so you fuckshits wouldn't kill me, but now I want that; I want death.

Moxxie: I'd like to go on record and said that incident was Loona's fault, dispatch is supposed to give us the "right" info on the target. It's very simple.
Loona: Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie.
Moxxie: You sit! Sit on... a- and the... DO YOUR JOB!

Moxxie: Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad, single life?
Blitz: It actually does.
Loona: The only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage.
Millie: No he's not, you bitch!
Blitz: Do not talk to my receptionist that way, she's sensitive!
Loona: Yes I am!

Loona: Whoever left the fucking avocado salad in the fridge I'm taking it, because I have the worst hangover right now.
Millie: Why would you drink on a work night?
Loona: I'm hungover from this morning, dumbass!
Moxxie: Isn't that my lunch?
Loona: You know what? I can't take this assault right now. I need to blow off some fucking steam!

Blitz: Look, the point is Loona is a valued member of our family, and you don't get rid of family.
Moxxie: We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss, we are the employees. You treat her like she's some troubled teenager, she's more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phones!
Blitz: That is offensive. Without homeless people I wouldn't have half the joy and laughter I do in this life.

Blitz: Alright, now I know business has been a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, OK? I'm not naming any names here.
[looks at Moxxie]
Blitz: Moxxie. Now does anyone have any bright ideas on how we can get business drumming up again?
Millie: What about a car wash?
Blitz: This is hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being cleaned here, OK? Ooh, what about a billboard?
Moxxie: We can't afford a billboard, sir.
Blitz: Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now.
[pushes Moxxie away]
Blitz: Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?
[Blitz turns on a TV that shows everyone killing people. Then it zooms out to everyone watching the TV]
Blitz: Aah, those were the good times.

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