[ —… Mikasa better thank me for this. ]
“Can you get it out? At all? —…”
”… It won’t be too long until the higher up’s catch wind, and then—”

"What. What. Nah, dude, nah–this is just… It’s just my hand! And it’s just glued to my pocket! It ain’t like this is…”

“–My hand ain’t broken!”
"You sure, bro? Maybe you were down on napkins . Or maybe you were savin’ it for Reiner or somethin’.”
”–… Unless you can get it out, Connie, I’m afraid there’s only one way to go–“ "I won’t tell a soul until you’re ready.”