Ouran High School Host Club

Mizusu, please don't add any sound effects to my moment of despair.

— Just suppose... I'm not really Haruhi's father.
— No not really.

Feelings you have for each other will not be known unless you voice them. But if you care about your friend, sometimes it's enough to notice the subtle hint that he gives you.

Come on sempai, would you please stop growing mushrooms in other people's closets?

It's not garbage. I'm making a hamster home.

Besides, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway. It’s what’s on the inside that counts.

We welcome you, poor man, to our world of... craaaaaap!

— Hikaru, Kaoru!
— Got it!
— Kyoya, my hairstylist. Mori-senpai, go to the eye doctor and get him some contact lenses.
— What about me Tama-chan?
— Honey-senpai.
— Yes sir!
— You... go have some cake.

— Mom! Haruhi's using foul language!
— Mom' being?
— Position-wise... probably me.

Someday, Hikaru will want to take the next step on his own. And when he realizes that, I don't know what I'll do?

— No. I'm not a human weapon. I was just born with this scary-looking face.
— So you're aware of it, Casanova.
— It's Kasanoda!
— Bossa-Nova?
— I said it's KASANODA, damn it! You guys wanna die or something?

When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do. Since you have no money, you can pay with your body.

It's not everyday God creates a perfect person like moi, beautiful both inside and out.