Corrupt: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.
Shadow-OMB, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

Shadow-OMB: Hey, Corrupt, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?
Corrupt: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.
Shadow-OMB: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?
Corrupt: Can't really say I have.
Shadow-OMB: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.
Corrupt: Sorry, Shadow-OMB. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Corrupt: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way.
Shadow-OMB: But your way is sheer force!

Corrupt: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.
Corrupt: And I started thinking.
Corrupt: Like, it was just trying to get food.
Corrupt: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?
Shadow-OMB: Are you ok?

Corrupt: *pulls back the curtain while Shadow-OMB is showering*
Corrupt: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

Corrupt, admiring a sleeping Shadow-OMB: You’re so cute.
Shadow-OMB, sleepily: I could beat your ass.
Corrupt, lovingly: I know.

Shadow-OMB: Punch me in the face.
Corrupt: ...Punch you?
Shadow-OMB: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me?
Corrupt: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Corrupt: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?
Shadow-OMB, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

Shadow-OMB: I have an idea.
Corrupt: A good idea?
Shadow-OMB: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Shadow-OMB: Seriously, Corrupt, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?
Corrupt: That’s not important
Shadow-OMB: I DISAGREE.