Florida: DC, sometimes we argue on this show... I don't want to murder you!
DC: I never said I wanted to murder you!
Florida: You want to kill me!
DC: This is a hypothetical situation!
Florida: Alright, continue to tell me about voodoo now that I know you want me dead.
Florida: Oh, this feels great.

Louisiana: It's one of the actual cases of demonic possession that went to court.
Florida: Alright, wait. What would they do? Like sue the demon?

Florida: You don't have to pretend like you hate me
DC: I wish I was pretending

DC: What is going through your mind right now, Florida?
Florida: Not a lot.

DC: That's bullshit.

Florida: I can't even imagine you throwing a punch.
California: No, neither can I.
Florida: I can only imagine you, like, backhanding someone.
Florida: Like a lord.

California, about Texas: Please ignore my tall idiotic counterpart.

Louisiana, in a haunted house: You don't feel the energy in here?
California, with his phone out: Oh shit what up, I'm taking a selfie with some demons yo

California: That's insufferable, I love it.

California: and they said just "get out of your head". But I can't, though, it's a prison.

Louisiana: What if you told her, "Hey, I have something to tell the devil."
Florida: "Choo, choo, pickle pie!