The Stars.

Meg/Jo/Laurie: You tolerate me.

John/Friedrich/Amy: I love you.

Will: I saw an Italian today

Percy: are you safe?

Leo: wild or domesticated?

Annabeth: here are two pictures. One is a dumpster and the other is your bedroom. Can you tell which is which?

Percy:

Percy: this one is the dumpster

Annabeth: they’re both your bedroom

Apollo: the real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? That’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Meg: but how…

Apollo, ignoring her: “But how,” you may ask. Well easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”

Nico: you have friends and I envy that.

Jason: you’re welcome to share my friends.

Nico, looking at Percy and Leo: I don’t want those

Meg: how many children do you have?

Apollo: legally, biologically or emotionally? Because there is a difference

Will: it’s pretty cold outside… wanna hold hands? We should stay close together

Nico, blushing: okay

Percy: it’s fucking summer

Victor: I have one foot in the grave in a kind of fun, flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking

Dr Waldman: are you stupid

Victor: I mean broadly yeah, what prompted you to ask?

Creature: what do you mean just standing there ominously doesn’t count as socializing?

Victor: when all hope seemed lost I had an epiphany!

Victor, earlier: I’m going to throw myself into the scene

Victor: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Victor, turning around to help Henry through it: breaking and entering is wrong Henry

Henry: okay

Elizabeth: there’s lots that we could talk about!

Justine: like?

Elizabeth: like our hopes, our ambitions, our dreams…

Henry: okay, so last night there was this lion chasing me, but it had tiny legs. It was a full size lion, but it had the legs of a sausage dog

Victor: not those types of dreams, Henry

Victor: it’s the creature

Victor: no doubt he’s going to say the most fiendish and heartless thing you’ve ever heard!

Creature: what a lovely day

Victor: take that back, you fiend!

Police: William’s murderer is a wanted man

Victor: impossible. He wasn’t even a wanted child.

Hamilton: Burr won’t wake up

Lafayette: have you tried kicking him?

Hamilton: yeah

Lafayette: I’m out of ideas

Hamilton: I slipped a little note into your bag to let you know how much I love you

Laurens, opening his bag: this is a 10 page letter

Hamilton: oh if it ain’t you… old so and so… it’s been so long since I uh… I mean since you…

Jefferson: we’ve never met before

Hamilton: oh thank god

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