Galra Soldier: That’s a PUW, or Portable Ultrasonic Weapon. It emits a focus beam of sound which can disorient and even incapacitate an enemy.
Pidge: So it shoots sound?
Galra Soldier: Mmhmm.
Pidge: Is this the trigger?
Galra Soldier: Yes, but you want to be careful with that.
Lance, from a distance: aahhh! Oooh?!
Pidge: Thought it would be louder.
Galra Soldier: It’s highly directional. If pointed at you, you’d be in incredible pain right now.
Lance: oh oh!! Oooow! Ow! *falls to the ground* Why is this happening??! I can taste my thoughts!!
Hunk: Enough, Pidge.
Pidge: Pretty Cool.
Keith: You are literally too stupid to insult.
Lance: Thank you.
[At an Easter egg hunt]
Hunk: Shiro hides the eggs and I have to say he’s done an exceptional job this year.
Hunk: I’ve been searching for 25 minutes and I haven’t found a single egg, and I’m an adult.
Shiro: Oooh, yeah. I forgot to do that.
“Ahhhh… What a Glorious Morning. Makes me Sick!”
Shiro: I’m good.
Shiro: Yes, I haven’t slept in a solid 83 hours. But I’m good.
Lance: Do I look like a killer to you?
Shiro: Yes, you kill my patience.
Keith: You gotta stop doing that.
Allura: Doing what?
Keith: Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.
Why is “pretty boy” considered an insult? Call me a pretty boy. Call me a pretty boy right now. I want to be the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.
Lance, every day
Hunk: Well if it ain’t my little buddy Rolo. I think I’ll kill you.
Rolo: Think of my children!
Hunk: You don’t have any children.
Rolo: Someday I might.
Hunk: Shut up!
Coran: Another one, another one!
Allura: Do your “Greeks” have a god of the sky?
Hunk: That’s Zeus, right?
Pidge: No, he’s the god of Thunder.
Hunk: But he lives in the sky, right?
Lance: They all live in the sky!
Keith: Isn’t it Artemis?
Pidge: No, that’s the god of music!
Hunk: No, that’s Apollo!
Lance: Then who’s Artemis?
Coran: Then who’s the god of the Sky??
Keith: Shiro isn’t a Greek god, Lance.
Shiro: *flexes* Are you sure about that?
Lance: Wanna watch a movie with me? It’s called Sixteen Candles. A teenage romance classic.
Allura: I’d love to, Lance!
Allura: Why doesn’t she tell her parents that its her birthday?
Lance: Well she says she doesn’t want to stoop to their level. It probably wouldn’t mean anything if she had to remind them.
Allura: Her friend is hardly supportive. And her motives are poor constructed.
Lance: I mean, different people want different things…
Allura: Why is she letting her molester in the car? Why is she smiling at him? Why is she touching his knee? I thought she didn’t like him?
Lance: She doesn’t, um. I guess she’s trying to be nice?
Allura: It’s not worth being nice to molesters–ah, he’s forcing himself onto her again. I wouldn’t be surprised if the man she’s in love with does the same thing.
Lance: *looks away warily*
Allura: Her older sister is horribly shallow and her brother is immaculately terrible.
Lance: Can’t argue with that.
During the final confrontation with Lotor:
Lance: Well, if it isn’t Prince Douche-tor…
Pidge: Ready to get your ass kicked, Douche-tor?
Allura: Paladins, behave. He might be our enemy, but you should still treat him with respect.
Allura: You shall address him as EMPEROR Douche-tor.
Iverson: Alright, I need all of you to be straight with me
The paladins looking at each other: ….
Shiro: That’s going to be hard
Lance: You don’t smoke, do you?
Hunk: Once. In high school.
Incorrect Voltron Quote:
Hunk: *Holds out his hand* Here, do you want a cough drop?
Lotor: What flavor?
Lotor: *sLAPS it out of Hunk’s hand* HONEY FLAVORED IS DOODOO
Lance: *Is on the floor laughing*
Incorrect Voltron Quote:
Keith, returning to Earth and the Galaxy Garrison: Wow, I can’t believe they left my personal hell open just for me
Iverson: *Walks by*
Keith: Look, there goes the Devil right now!
Hunk: Lance, could you order a large pizza
Lance, not paying attention: Yeah sure sure
Hunk, later: Lance, did you order the large pizza?
Lance, who ordered a small, nervously: Did you just say large?