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Kazuya: But when she read the love letter, she normally should've been able to figure out it wasn't to her...

Shirou: Ahh... Well, it's kind of general letter, since I reuse it a lot. Didn't even write her name.

Kiriha: The heavens help those who help themselves.

Sunao: You idiot!!!! Why are you saying it in English!? And that dialogue is what girl's supposed to say! And why did you say the sound effects yourself!?

Kazuya: Because I don't know what I'm supposed to be saying!!

Sunao: Go out with me!!

Kazuya: You don't mean you want me to take somewhere?

Sunao: Yeah!

Kazuya: You mean as in boy-girl relationship?

Sunao: Yeah!!

Kazuya: EEEEEEEEH!?!?

It is better to be legend for one chapter than to be side character for a whole book.

Kukuri: Let's wash together!

Kokuyou: I shall scrub your back. Just to show gratitude for my life here.

Kukuri: Yeah~ Just gratitude for our lives here.

Kazuya: They look like hunters stalking their prey!!!

Goddess of the land Kukurihime Ookami and her disciple Kokuyou, who are staying at Kazuya's house due to various circumstances.

Osamu: The curse. The twisted aspect of our world that responds to our innate wishes. When the curse concentration becomes high enough, amasogi are more likely to appear. You said that, correct?

Kiriha: Exactly. You've got a good grasp of this stuff, Osamu.

Osamu: This kind of explanation appears a lot in manga.

Revy: What's wrong with calling an idiot an idiot, idiot? You're an idiot through and through.

Dutch: Just thinking about the fact that that «Cyberdyne Systems-made» maid is heading here makes me wanna piss my pants.

Eda: No need to try poking the sleeping Leviathan.

Eda: You're happy, I'm happy, everyone's happy, capiche?

Eda: The guys backing 'em, the NSA, are masters at using spy satellites and tapping cell phones. But they ain't so hot at actually usin' their heads.

Lotton: Those stairs.

Shenhua: Huh? The ones over there? What about 'em? Ain't suited for pistols.

Lotton: If I made my entrance there, do you think I would look cool?

Revy (to Shenhua): Oi. The hell did ya bring someone like that with ya?

Shenhua: Ah, pay no attention. Is little strange in head.

Revy (to Lotton): Hey, Don't ya dare go up there. Shut up and stay next to goth girl.

Chang: Let me tell you a phrase for times like this. «It's someone else's business». Such a convenient combination of words. Like a magic spell that makes the world easier to live in.

Chang: There are lot of people in this city with «ex-something» in their job description.

Revy: Like the Chunk said, this place's just like Somalia. The fuckers wavin' their guns around here don't think of ya as nothin' more'n those billboards you see at the city limits. The kind ya shoot at when yer drunk and wanna look cool for yer friends. Lowlifes. That's what they are. I'll tell ya how to take fuckers like these on. You haveta think of 'em as billboards too. Just walkin', talkin' billboards, rusty and rotten.

Revy: She's missin' more'n a few screws. An' if they gave grades for killin', she'd have an A plus.

Revy: She's a killin' machine who'd make John Rambo shit his pants.

– The target is Rosarita Cisneros. Former ally of commander Marulanda, who converted to reactionism. Don't underestimate her because she's a woman. She was once known as the Bloodhound of Florencia, and even in our homeland, she's considered a monster, a second Carlos the Jackal. Every way to kill a man that you know, she knows, and she's better than you are. Don't forget for an instant that she's not a human, she's a crnivorous beast, pretending to be one.

Jefe: The stakes are high, Abrego. If you fuck up here, the gringos will have me out on the street with only the clothes on my back. And then I'll probably end up like Pablo. You konw that, right?

Revy: Like I thought. Fucker's paranoia's reachin' critical levels. Listen up, maid. Don't step thers if y'don't wanna run races with a celluloid foot. Okay? And don't step on the place right past the wire either. There's a shotgun trap there.

Fabiola: How boorish! Is he trying to kill all of his customrs?

Revy: Y'figured that out just now? Yeah, that's it. Anybody who lives doped up on speed an' heroin ends like that.

Ronny: You barbarians are so quick to posture. If we're going to decide anything at this meeting, at least put a price on her head. You see, us civilized peoples don't like killing for free.

Bao: What is this time? Ain't nothing left to blow up anymore.

Rock: Err... What's going on here?

Bao: See, both Flag and brothel upstairs are closed thanks to that kid there, so I was taking an impromptu vacation with the ladies.

Garcia: Fabiola? This place is...

Fabiola: Ack! No, no, no, no! I didn't do it on purpose! I mean, that is... You could say... I... put an end to a potentially dangerous situation before it got out of hand...?

Garcia: From the looks of the building, I'd say you put an end to it, all right.

Ray: Politics, Major. A load of shit, if you ask me.