Fateen: I hate you. I say that not out of anger, but simply as a fact. It's 67 degrees outside and I hate you.
Div:

Shubham: You mean you want to kill them?
Div: Woah, yeah. That does sound bad when you say it out loud...
Div: ...And yes, we're going to un-alive them.

Shubham: I have never taken the high road. But I tell other people to, 'cause then there's more room for me on the low road.

Vy: I know when I'm being lied to, Div. It's like when I look at myself in the mirror and say, '...It's going to be okay.'

Gus: I got a plan.
Fateen: Oh thank God! What is it?
Gus: We die horribly and painfully. YOU go to hell. And I spend eternity in the arms of Baby Jesus.
Fateen: Oh.

Shubham: Am I just supposed to sleep on the floor?
Me: It's called the ground when it's outside.

Div: You're not programmed to feel joy.
Vy: Yes, but my software is due for an exuberance upgrade.
Div: You know, when you play along with the robot jokes it kind of ruins my enjoyment of them.
Vy: Yes, I know.

KK: What are you doing here?
Vy: Running away from my problems.
KK: Come on in.

KK: First of all, the other victors mean nothing to me. Shoot them all in the throat and let the dogs eat them, I don't care!
Capitol Interrogator: What—What's wrong with you?
KK: Almost everything, but let's get back to the questioning. (hunger games reference)

Shubham: Alright, give me your hair dryer.
Me: What are you talking about?
Shubham: Don't you carry one in your purse?
Me: Have you ever met a human woman?
Later:
Shubham: Hey, do you carry a hair dryer in your purse?
Someone: Of course, I'm not an animal.