Bannô bunka nekomusume

Eimi:
Darn you. I won't lose. I will aquire your body.

Nuku-Nuku:
How do you think you can get in my body, anyway?

Eimi:
I'm too stupid to worry about that. I'll kill you anyway.

Nuku-Nuku:
Dried mackerel and horsemeat.

Nuku-Nuku:
Sitting in the sun.

Eimi:
Darn you. I won't lose. I will aquire your body.

Nuku-Nuku:
How do you think you can get in my body, anyway?

Eimi:
I'm too stupid to worry about that. I'll kill you anyway.

Boy #1:
What's you're favorite food?

Nuku-Nuku:
Dried mackerel and horsemeat.

Boy #2:
What's your favorite hobby?

Nuku-Nuku:
Sitting in the sun.

[Eimi crouches down to open her bag of Christmas gifts]

Eimi:
Turn around and close your eyes, I will give you a big surprise.

Nuku-Nuku:
Okay!

[Eimi snickers]

Nuku-Nuku:
Now?

Eimi:
No, not yet.

Nuku-Nuku:
I am really excited. [beat] Now?

Eimi:
[whips out a *(huge* minigun] Yes, now!

Nuku-Nuku:
What's this?

Eimi:
Merry Christmas, outdated android. [opens fire]

Nuku-Nuku:
[dodges gunfire] Th-that's dangerous, Eimi.

Eimi:
Shut up! I can't have a Happy New Year unless I kill you!

[Kyusaku stares grimly at the charred fish Akiko cooked]

Natsume Akiko:
I had to cook the fish a lot to make sure it was dead.

[Kyusaku glances over to the natto covered in ketchup]

Natsume Kyusaku:
Cooking's not the same as murder! And you don't need to put ketchup on natto.

Nuku-Nuku:
[opens the rice cooker] Look at this! The rice is perfect. I even smell a hint of lemon. [beat] Why do I smell lemon?

Natsume Kyusaku:
What did you use to wash the rice?

Natsume Akiko:
I washed the rice with lemon-scented dish soap.

[Akiko shoots at Kyusaku with a tank, and Kyusaku produces a futuristic-looking rifle]

Natsume Kyusaku:
Nuku-Nuku, you don't need to hold back. I want you to use this.

Nuku-Nuku:
What's that?

Natsume Kyusaku:
It's a custom-engineered accessory, that means only you can use it, Nuku-Nuku.

Nuku-Nuku:
I can't do mean things to Mama-san anymore.

Natsume Kyusaku:
I see, I'm sorry. I usually treat you like a human being, but sometimes I treat you like a machine. Now then...

[whips out a small Nuku-Nuku doll]

Nuku-Nuku:
What's that?

Natsume Kyusaku:
It's a compact Nuku-Nuku, which I call "Chibi Nuku". I made it for just such an emergency.

Natsume Kyusaku:
Ryunosuke! Are you finished peeing yet?

Natsume Ryunosuke:
[muttering] Geez, he's not class at all.

[Kyusaku accidently burns Nuku-Nuku's hand with a lit cigarette]

Natsume Kyusaku:
Nuku-Nuku... that's hot.

Nuku-Nuku:
Ah!

[both giggle]

Nuku-Nuku:
[very loudly] Hooooot! Was that right?

Natsume Kyusaku:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Arisa:
We office ladies can get really stressed out, you know.

Kyouko:
How do you get off calling us office ladies?

Arisa:
Simple, we're the Secretarial Department's Flying Column, which abbreviates down to O.L.

Kyouko:
Just how do those words abbreviate in to O.L.?

Arisa:
I guess they don't.

Akiko:
In six hours I will be killed by a laser beam because my husband is an idiot!