“Blaine, you know what I meant. I was putting emphasis on the audacity of your choices. So I’m taking that as a yes, there are more seasons. You know what? I don’t even want to know. I’m afraid of how much time you spent indulged in a story about a SERIAL KILLER. We are starting nowhere, because your obsession is over. && Yes, it is an obsession after you’ve spent over twenty four hours focused on it. Okay, I know I’m yelling. I’m calm, it’s okay. — SIX SHOT ESPRESSO?! Are you trying to turn into the hulk or something?! No no no, you are not sweet talking your way out of this one. I’m not kidding, I think you need a cleanse. An electronics cleanse.”
“It’s not like he could crawl out of the tablet and hurt people? Geez, Kurt. It’s not that bad. Honey? The yelling’s back. I didn’t read the label! I just ordered it by the name and it sounded delightful. Oh! And it so was! You got to admit that turning into the Hulk would be pretty neat. Except the green part. Or the uncontrollable rage. But! Even he had a good side? …Electronics cleanse? I know this isn’t going to win me any points but I’m already up to my nose deep. Might as well sink to my eyeballs. So.. You mean after the last two episodes? Don’t you?”