CORAN: "The Unilu were traders and pirates that roamed the galaxies and dealt in black market goods. Umvy spice, by-tor water, little bottles of infinity vapor. Of course, you had to bargain. No one could bargain like the Unilu. Last time, I ended up giving away three quarters of my shipment of lango in exchange for a used pogo oscillator."
LANCE: "Well, while Coran is picking up his lenses I'll take you shopping for something sparkly."
CORAN: "This isn't shopping! You're not wandering around saying "Oooo What a lovely pink hat! This is so becoming." No! I can't allow Allura to get anywhere near those filthy, lowballing Unilu hoodlums."
CORAN: "Look, you're the only one who can operate the Castle. You need to be resting, after all you've been through. Now, let's ready a pod for our mission. We need to get in find the scaultrite lenses, and just get out."
CORAN: "Yes, right. Everyone, let's fan out, search the area for teludav lenses. We'll meet by the giant ticking clock here in one vaga. Don't be late, and try to blend in."
VARKON: "What the? Space pirates! Disguising yourselves as harmless shoppers, huh? Well, it won't work. Don't worry, Emperor Zarkon. I know you can't be here to protect the mall but your faithful number two is on the case. Hope you pirates are ready to face Varkon."
SHIRO: "Come on! I don't know where you're headed but you need to start listening to me right now! That's better. Where are we? Why did you bring me here? What are you trying to tell me? So you want me to see through your eyes. Was this your home?"
HUNK: "Okay, if I were a 10,000-year-old wormhole lens, where would I be? Excuse me, hey, hi, excuse me, hi! Wow, you guys are really booking here. So I was just wondering if you guys knew where I could find some lenses for my ship around here? Is there a one-hour lens place around here or something? Anything? Nothing? Never mind, you know what? I'll catch up with you guys later! Oh! This is beautiful! Maybe the scaultrite is under these samples. I don't know. Rubbery. Sweet and salty. So cold, but spicy. Mmm, eh What's next, what do you got?"
SAL: "Excuse me? Sustenance provided by Vrepit Sal, that's me. Five hundred GAC is now owed."
HUNK: "I thought this was a "free sample" situation. Free? Of charge. You know, gratis? Look, I don't have any money. So, you know Oh, man! How long you been here?"
DISH WASHER: "Sal put me in when I was just a little girl. Oh, no!"
KNIFE SELLER: "Let me show you this wonderful workings of the Galasu X-90 Extreme Blade System. It slices, it dices, it kills, slaughters, and skins and constantly stays razor sharp! Look at it cut through this bloato fruit. Paper thin. How much would you pay for this knife? But wait, there's more! How many times have you had to fight off a charging rock monster and then go immediately to a picnic? All the time, right? The Galasu can cut through rocks and still cut bloato fruit paper thin. Now how much would you pay? Seriously, how much? I have a lot of these to unload."
KNIFE SELLER: "Fine! What do you got? Have you ever come across something like this? Whoa, this craftsmanship is incredible! And is this a luxite blade? The planet they mine that from hasn't existed in decafebes. Where'd you get this?"
ALIEN: ":Can I interest you in the latest Earth fashions?"
PIDGE: "Lance, come on! We have to be back at the ticking clock in a half hour."
LANCE: "But Pidge, wait, look at all this crazy Earth stuff this * ALIEN: " is selling! We're supposed to be looking for the teludav lenses and you're looking in the one store we know for certain won't have Oh, my gosh! Is that Killbot Phantasm 1? The first journey to the depths of the demon sphere? Oh! Mercury Gameflux Two! With the original power glove that gives you infinite lives if you touch the index finger to the pinky! We have to have this! How much is this?"
HUNK: "Trust me. I'm an enthusiastic gourmand with an incredible palate. Also, your robot is dead on the floor."
SAL: "That last part is true. All right, work."
HUNK: "Okay, now watch this! I can't read this. Doesn't matter. I'll just improvise. Do you smell how the tanginess of tuber masture really brings out the charred flavor from the palmagoren fillet? No, no, we won't be using that. Let's just say, "Number 44? Your order's up." Enjoy your meal."
SAL: "What did you do to her face? It's cracking!"
HUNK: "She's smiling! She's enjoying her food. Okay, let's provide some sustenance!"
SHIRO: "Show me more. Those wings. You have powers I haven't unlocked. Incredible!"
ZARKON: "I've got you now, paladin. You are a fool to face me here. When you die in this realm, your body dies as well. And then I will take control of Voltron."
VARKON: "I'll find you pirates! What's going on here? Official business, excuse me, this is a fire hazard. I'm in the middle of a hot pursuit."
HUNK: "I said "over medium". Over medium, you rube! Does this look over medium to you?"
SAL: "No, Chef."
HUNK: "Then let's get it right, huh? If it ain't perfect, it ain't coming out of this kitchen, people! Sauce me! Now you're getting it! Bon appaetit."
VARKON: "I got you now, pirate! Where are your friends?"
HUNK: "Don't forget what I taught you! Those are the fundamentals of cooking!"
SAL: "Uhhhh! That kid is a genius. I don't care if we have to search the entire galaxy! I want him back at Vrepit Sal's!"
ZARKON: "You could never take my place as the head of Voltron."
SHIRO: "You can't pilot the Black Lion after everything you've done! You can never lead Voltron again! You're no paladin!"
ZARKON: "You have no idea how to command a weapon like this!"