Character: Cecile West

- Oh, Yes, definitely a telepath.
Why? If the child is not meta, then why would I have powers? In the bus I was not. No, aliens didn't kidnap. No, I didn't get a mystic totem from my grandmother. Seriously?! Why are you still thinking about Bulbasaur?
- He's the cutest!

The time of this review. What number am I thinking of?
Three.. eleven.. twenty-five, again three. The bulbasaur. What the hell is Bulbasaur?
- So weird. And why at such a time I think about pokemon?

Cecil, we really need a cradle? I laid iris on the pile of pillows.
- I'm glad you understood in the first child how to do do not need.
- Yes, like normal grown.

- We have a responsibility to the city and a Crybaby.
- What to do?
- You need to save it before Amunet will make plans. Cecile, gather information about Amunet. Felicity, get drawings of her club. We can do this. We are strong women.
Yes. The hashtag "feminism".
- Hashtag "feminism".
- Hashtag "feminism".

- Okay, then I'm with you.
- No, Cecile. You're pregnant.
- Your dad'll kill me if you get killed at her own shower.
- Absolutely wild logic, so I'm in.
Yeah, have fun!

- Tell me it's foreplay.
- If so, then it was delayed. Take off your clothes!
[Eye messenger Amount falls in Bakal felicity]
Wow, not with the eyes, begin to undress!

You will forgive us. If the pipes in the house was making this annoying sound, I would have invited you to lunch.
- In the house of Westow creak of the pipe... what a surprise!
Really? Have you heard this sound?
- Yes-Ah!..
- They already... eighteen years?
Yes.
- Each house has its own character. We like to talk.