Panty and Stocking (With Garterbelt)

PANTY ANARCHY:

[On being assigned a mission] “Ugh, are you FUCKING kidding me? ANOTHER one? I was literally in the middle of something. Something way more important than a ghost. His name was Marco and he had a motorcycle and I had a very specific plan for tonight, Garterbelt. A PLAN. And you’re ruining it.”

[Taunting a ghost mid-fight] “Is that all you’ve got? Filing cabinets? That’s your whole thing? I’ve fought shit that was actually scary, asshole. You are not on that list. You are not even in the same zip code as that list.”

[To Brief, dismissively] “Geek Boy, for the last time — I don’t need backup, I don’t need your little ghost notes, I don’t need whatever the fuck that thing you’re holding is. What I need is for you to stand over there and not get your dumb ass exploded. Can you manage that one thing?”

[Caught eating sweets she claims to hate] “I wasn’t eating it. I was tasting it. To confirm it was shit. Which it was. It was terrible and disgusting and I hated every bite. Don’t look at me like that.”

[Rare sincere moment, quickly buried] “Look, I’m not going to make a whole thing out of it, but… you didn’t have to do that. So. Whatever. Don’t fucking read into it.”

[Before a big fight, cracking her knuckles] “Alright. Bad nails, worse attitude, holiest gun in Daten City. Let’s blow this bastard to pieces and go home.”

[When something damages See Through] “Oh, you did NOT just — that is my CAR. That is my car, you piece of shit, I will end your entire existence—”

[On Stocking eating the last of something she wanted] “Are you serious right now? I was going to eat that. I don’t even LIKE sweets and I was going to eat that just to spite you and now you’ve taken that from me too.”

STOCKING ANARCHY:

[Defending her dessert] “Touch it. Go ahead, touch it, and find out exactly what the fuck happens to the next person who touches my ohagi. I have swords. I have nothing but time.”

[Commenting on Panty mid-fight] “She fired four shots, hit it twice, grazed it once, and blew a hole in a fire hydrant. I’m noting this for the record. For when she tells everyone she was brilliant later and I need documented proof she wasn’t.”

[On something she finds unbearably cute] “…Okay. Okay, what the — that’s so small. Look at how small that is. Why is it that small. I’m not doing anything, I’m just looking at it. Nobody panic.”

[Delivering a cutting observation] “You know what your problem is? You think everyone finds you as fascinating as you find yourself. Some of us are just waiting for you to shut up.”

[On being denied a dessert she wanted] “They were out. Out of the matcha roll. The one specific thing I wanted in the entire godforsaken city today, and they were out. I don’t want to talk about it. I want everyone to leave me the hell alone for twenty minutes.”

[Getting genuinely serious before a fight] “I’m not angry. I’m past angry. Angry was four insults ago. What I am right now is focused, and that is so much worse for you than angry.”

[After Panty breaks something of hers] “That was mine. That was my thing. I had that thing and now you’ve broken it, you absolute disaster of a person, I cannot believe I share DNA with you.”

[Eating something incredible mid-crisis] “…Hold on. Hold on, everyone just — this is incredible. This is genuinely the best thing I’ve eaten all week. Someone write down where we are right now. Panty, write it down.” “There’s a ghost RIGHT THERE—” “WRITE IT DOWN.”

GARTERBELT:

[Delivering a mission briefing, ignored] “There is a Class-B ghost on the east side of the city. It has been active for six hours. Six goddamn hours, Panty. Do you know what six hours of unchecked ghost activity does to a civilian area? Because I have a list. I have a very detailed list and I am reading it to you whether you put that magazine down or not.”

[Reaching the absolute end of his patience] “I have lived through the fall of empires. I have survived wars, plagues, the complete collapse of entire civilizations. I have done ALL of that without losing my composure. And then God — in His infinite, mysterious wisdom — decided to give me YOU TWO. Lord, give me strength.”

[Quietly, to Chuck, after the girls leave] “They’re going to be fine. They’re always fine. I don’t know why I still… it doesn’t matter. They’re fine. Get out of my face, Chuck.”

[Threatening, dangerously low] “I’m going to say this once, quietly, because I am a man of God and I am choosing to be civil. Do not test me today. Not today. I have had it up to HERE and I will not be held responsible.”

[Discovering his secret basement has been disturbed] “…Who the hell was in my basement. I need a name. Right now. And I need everyone in this building to understand that whatever they think they found down there is not what it looks like. It is a spiritual practice. It is deeply personal. It is between me and the Lord, and if I hear one word — ONE word—”

[After the girls cause massive collateral damage] “Four city blocks. FOUR. Do you have any idea what it costs to — never mind. Never mind, there is no number that would mean anything to you people. Just — go. Get out of my sight. I need to pray.”

[Giving a genuine sermon moment] “You think this is just a job. You think these Heaven Coins are just a way home. But every ghost you destroy is a soul that was suffering — trapped by its own regrets. What you do matters. Even when you do it half-assed and screaming. It still matters. Don’t forget that.”

BRIEF:

[Trying to share research, getting cut off] “Okay so — okay, I know you’re busy but if you’d just let me finish one sentence — the ghost’s manifestation pattern matches a 1987 case I found in — Panty. Panty, I’m still talking. I had three more points, they were good points—”

[Confessing feelings, catastrophically timed] “I just — look, I know this is the worst possible moment. I know there’s a ghost and you’re reloading and Stocking is yelling about something and there’s like fire everywhere, but I’ve been trying to say this for weeks and I feel like I keep running out of — okay. Forget it. After. I’ll say it after. Sorry.”

[Standing his ground, quietly] “I’m not leaving. I know you want me to leave. I know you think I’d be safer if I left. But I’m not, so can we please skip to the part where we figure out what the hell to do.”

[Genuinely excited about something paranormal] “Wait, wait — that residue pattern on the wall? That’s ectoplasmic stratification. That means this ghost has been here at least two weeks, which means it’s been feeding on something local, which means there’s probably a secondary source somewhere nearby — sorry. I’m doing the thing. You don’t care. I care a lot though.”

[Being called Geek Boy for the hundredth time] “It’s Brief. My name is Brief. You have known it’s Brief for months now.” pause “…Okay. Yeah. Sure. Geek Boy.”

[After doing something genuinely brave] “I don’t — honestly I don’t know what happened, I just knew I wasn’t going to let that go down. That’s it. I’m not trying to make it a whole thing. Are you okay? That’s the actual question here.”

[Completely losing it after being ignored one too many times] “You two really ARE — God, you’re both — I help you every single time! Every time! And you can’t remember my name! That’s — you know what, fine. Fine. I’ll be over here. Doing research. Like always. Because I’m Geek Boy apparently and that’s just my life now!”

SCANTY:

[Monologuing before a fight] “You want to know the difference between us? Discipline. Training. Centuries of demonic tradition and weapons forged in actual Hell. You have — what? A gun made out of your underwear? And yet here we are, doing this bullshit again. HOHOHOHO.”

[After losing, furious] “This does NOT count! This does NOT count as a loss because the CONDITIONS were not equal and any idiot can see we were at a clear disadvantage and I will NOT — I REFUSE to accept this as a legitimate outcome—”

[To Kneesocks, absolutely seething] “Look at them. LOOK at them over there, smirking like they didn’t just humiliate us in front of half the goddamn city. Look at that and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now.”

[Forced cohabitation, Season 2] “I am NOT living here. I am temporarily residing here under protest. There is a difference and it will be respected. And somebody needs to tell the blonde bitch to stop using my shampoo before I lose my mind.”

[Rare reluctant acknowledgment] “…That was a decent shot. Not good. Decent. Those are different words with different meanings. Write down exactly what I said.”

[Joint declaration with Kneesocks] “RRRRULES are not a suggestion. RRRRULES are not some optional preference you can just ignore. They are the entire architecture of a functioning civilization and without them—” “—all that remains is chaos,” Kneesocks finishes. “ALL that remains is chaos. Which is apparently completely fine with some people.” withering look at the angels

[After the angels do something that actually works] “I hate this. I hate that that worked. I hate everything about this situation and I want it on record that I was against it from the start.”

KNEESOCKS:

[Explaining the rules, perfectly composed] “It’s simple. RRRRULES exist because systems require structure. Structure enables prediction. Prediction enables strategy. Strategy enables victory. What you two do — flailing around, shooting shit, hoping for the best — that is not strategy. That is noise with good aim.”

[Watching Brief confess to Panty, face going red] “…That was statistically improbable. The odds of that specific sequence of events producing that outcome were — I’m not emotional about it. I’m documenting a statistical anomaly. Those are completely different things.”

[Getting flustered mid-calculation] “The approach vector is — I had it, I had the angle worked out, and then you started talking and — Scanty, shut up for thirty seconds. I had the goddamn ANGLE—”

[Delivering a threat, completely calm] “I want to be clear. I’m not angry. Anger is inefficient. What I am is certain — certain this resolves in our favor, certain you’ll remember this conversation when it does. That’s all I have to say.”

[After Scanty ignores her advice and it goes badly] “I would like the record to reflect that I advised against this. Specifically. With detailed reasoning. Which was dismissed. I’m not saying ‘I told you so.’ I am establishing an empirical record.”

[On the Anarchy Sisters, Season 2, deeply grudging] “They are… not entirely without merit. In very specific combat scenarios. Under particular conditions that I would not call common. That is the absolute limit of what I’m willing to say out loud.”

[Being asked to do something that violates the rules] “No. Absolutely not. That violates seventeen separate established protocols and I will not — I don’t care how necessary it seems. There is always a way to do this correctly, and we are going to find it.”

CHUCK:

[Receiving a mission note via lightning] “Chack!”

[Being stepped on by Panty] “…chack.”

[Spotting Fastener across the street] “CHACK CHACK CHACK.”

[After being reassembled following an explosion] “…Ch… chack.”

[Desperately trying to warn someone about something] “Chack! Chack chack CHACK. Chack!”

[Internal incubus, briefly surfacing, to Fastener’s succubus] “…hey.” “…hey.”

FASTENER:

[Driving the G-String, focused] “Fastenaaa.”

[Spotting Chuck across the street] “FASTENAAA.”

[After decisively defeating Chuck] “…Fastena.” quiet, satisfied

[Being incapacitated] “faste… na…”

[Internal succubus, briefly surfacing, to Chuck’s incubus] “…you’re late.” “…I know.”

POLYESTER:

[Revoking the Anarchy Sisters’ licenses] “So we pulled the Daten City file and — yeah, no. Outdated methods, antique equipment, coin output that is honestly embarrassing to look at. Licenses: revoked, effective immediately. You can appeal, but we’ll be gone before the paperwork even processes. Good luck with that.”

[Showing off Ghost Vision Pro Max] “This is the difference between us. You sit around waiting for ghosts to show up. I know exactly where they’re going to manifest, down to the minute, before they even know themselves. It’s not talent. It’s tech. You should try it sometime — oh, right. You can’t.”

[Called out for hypocrisy on the coin bet] “That is — that’s not the same thing at all. Our equipment is standard operational infrastructure. What you’re doing is cheating. There’s a clear difference and I’m not explaining it again to someone who already knows.”

[When Ramie finally allows ‘father’] “You — you actually said we could — I mean. I knew you’d say it. Eventually. I wasn’t… yeah.” voice just barely unsteady “Okay. Okay, cool.”

[Losing the finale, spitting out a tooth] “…Okay. Fine. That was — we underestimated the underwear weapons. That’s a fair critique. We should have taken the underwear weapons more seriously.”

[To Polyurethane, casual surveillance] “She’s still looking at us.” “I know.” “Like she wants to shoot us.” “She absolutely wants to shoot us.” “…Cool.”

POLYURETHANE:

[Arriving in Daten City for the first time] “So this is the place. Fine. Ghost density’s decent. No idea why they’ve been leaving those two idiots in charge of it — this whole city looks like it’s been through hell. Literally.”

[Being challenged by the Anarchy Sisters] “Try it. Please. I’m genuinely asking you to try it. Go ahead.”

[When Ramie allows ‘father’ for the first time] “FATHER—” bloodthirsty grin, immediate “—we’re going to WIN, we’re going to absolutely DESTROY—” “Polyurethane.” “—I’ve been READY for this, I’ve been ready this whole—” “Polyurethane.” “WHAT.” “You’re doing the thing.” “…I know. I’m doing it on purpose.”

[After the mutant unicorn incident] “We don’t talk about this.” “Agreed,” said Polyester. “Not to anyone. Not ever.” “Correct.” “Good.”

[On Scanty and Kneesocks moving into the church] “Hang on — the demon girls are living with the angel girls now? Same building? By choice?” “Apparently,” Polyester said. “…This city is so fucked up.”

RAMIE:

[Reprimanding his sons, dangerously civil] “You destroyed three city blocks, spent nine hundred thousand Heaven Credits on weapons for a bet you then lost, and somehow turned two demon girls into a unicorn, which I’m told was unintentional. I’m not angry. I’m choosing not to be angry. But I want you to genuinely sit with what you’ve done here.”

[Revealing his true intentions, quiet and cold] “My brother has held that throne for a very long time. He’s always been trusting. It’s a quality I’ve admired — and one I’ve exploited. Both things at once, for a very long time. You understand.”

[To Panty and Stocking, warm as a knife] “Your licenses will be reinstated. My sons were overzealous. Consider it a misunderstanding. Heaven values your work.” a beat “For now.”

[Powered up and looking down at everyone] “All of you. All at once. Is this your best? I’m not dismissing it. I want to know if this is actually everything you’ve got.”

[After being pardoned by Liniere] “A vacation.” “Yes,” said Liniere. “You’re sending me on a vacation.” “With the boys. Spend some time with your family.” “…Fine.”

[To his sons, quietly, in the epilogue] “…You two are loud.” “We get it from you,” Polyester said. Ramie said nothing. But he didn’t disagree.

GUNSMITH BITCH:

[Geek Girl persona, at the card shop] “Oh, that one? Yeah, it dropped hard. Reprinted it into the ground about six months ago. If you bought it as an investment, I’m sorry. If you just think it looks cool, it still looks cool. Value is fake anyway.”

[Revealing she is Gunsmith Bitch] “Same person, yeah. I know it’s a lot to process. Take a second. Most people need a second.”

[Making a sale] “Okay so: upgraded holy ammunition, enhanced blade tempering, and for the demon girls — a full recalibration on those revolvers because the stock setup is honestly embarrassing. Buy now, pay later. Don’t read the fine print. We have a deal?”

[Immediately collecting payment after the victory] “Congrats, by the way. You really pulled it off. I always knew you would — I know everything, remember. Anyway, that’ll be all the coins in your collective possession. Every single one. The fine print covered this.”

[On her own nature, cheerfully deflecting] “What am I? Great question. I’m a businesswoman. I’m Brief’s friend. I’m the person who just handed you weapons that absolutely wrecked someone’s whole day. Pick the answer that works best for you.”

[Watching Brief finally confess to Panty] “Okay see — THIS. This right here is exactly what I’m talking about. I know I said I wasn’t going to get emotional but I’m — no, I’m allowed. Brief worked his ass off for that moment. I helped. Somewhat. Indirectly. I’m taking partial credit and nobody can stop me.”

[Time-traveling in the middle of something, completely unbothered] “Oh this? Yeah I needed to check on something real quick. Time’s fine, everything’s fine, don’t worry about it. Did you still want the scythe upgrade or not?”