“This is what I think of your music!”
*Tim starts making a racket with a theremin while holding a vibrating egg that is progressively getting worse to listen to*
“Stop it! Stop doing that, you idiot!”
*Tim increases his movements’ intensity to the point the Guinea pig starts screaming*
“STOP MAKING THAT NOISE!!!!!!!”
*Tim continues to make the horrible sounds. The Guinea pig continues to scream in pain when it suddenly explodes into a pile of fluff, horrifying Tim and Jade*
“FOR BLEEP’S SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!”
“I didn’t know that would happen….”
“Hurry up! What do you think I'm paying you for?”
“You don't pay me. We don't even exist. We're just a clever visual metaphor used to personify the abstract concept of thought.”
“One more crack like that and you're out of here!”
“No, please! I have three kids!”
“Soooo tell me about your family.”
“Don’t have one. Only child. My parents are dead.”
“All of them?”
“Well there were only two.”
“I-I see.”
“Yeah. It wasn’t like it was a bloodbath or anything.”
Joker: Shoot the kids and drown the neighbors. We’ve got a winner!
Fake Harley (Speaking with a very irritating voice): Oooo thank you Mr G! I promise to be the best Harley ever! *Starts laughing in an annoying way*
Joker: Ugh! Maybe I should have hired the fat guy.
