Saitama, watering his cactus: I love this cactus. What a good, spiky boy.
Genos, the next day:
Mumen: I have decided that I am, in fact, a snack. People are just not hungry.
Garou, under his breath: I’m starving.
Bang: One bonus of being as outdated as I am, is grossly misusing modern slang.
Bang: A fine example: The other day I pointed at a painting, while looking Garou right in the eyes and said “Is that bae or what, huh?”
Bang: The look on his face is something I will treasure for years.
Saitama: Do you have the time?
Genos: For you? Sensei, are you joking? Are you yanking my chain? Are you joking me? Sensei. I will always have time for you. My time may be precious but you are more so. Sensei, you... are a shining pearl in a sea of mediocrity. I would do anything for you.
Saitama: No, like, what time is it?