Tamaki Suou

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.

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

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.

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.