#karl mordo
Mordo: [after thoroughly explaining his plan to de-power sorcerers] Are you nodding because you agree with me?
Stephen: [lost in Mordo’s eyes] Yes, I do agree with you. I agree with you on all things. Throughout history and until the end of time, forever.
(Mordo is winning at poker.)
Stephen: Damn! This is kinda hot.
Mordo: Well, poker is just math, so I guess it depends on if you consider mathematician Carl Friedrich Gauss hot.
Stephen: Uh… no. I do not.
Mordo: Sorry for having a great arse and correct opinions on everything. As if that’s my fault.
Mordo, staring at the steering wheel: I’m a bottom. I can’t do this.
The Ancient One: For the last time, I don’t know what that means. I’m just trying to teach you how to parallel park.
[Mordo and Wong scolding Stephen]
Mordo: We are not mad, just disappointed.
Wong: No, we are mad.
Mordo: Yes, we are mad. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide because you are a good man.
Wong: No, we are not. And no, you are not.
Stephen: Now I’m just confused.
Mordo: I am uncomfortable when flirting.
Mordo: I never know when it’s the right time to show my man that I can fit an entire fist in my mouth.
: “dumbass” except we’re friends
: “oblivious idiot” except we’re in love
: “you make my life a living hell” except i actually care about you
: wow i feel so loved in this house
Kaecilius: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up the room.
Mordo: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.
The Ancient One, whispering at Stephen: Tell him, “You have beautiful eyes.”
Stephen: That’s good. Okay.
Stephen: [turns to Mordo] I have beautiful eyes.
Mordo: Yes, they’re lovely.
The Ancient One, whispering: Not your eyes! His eyes!
Stephen: Oooohhhh… [turns to Mordo] Your eyes. Your eyes are beautiful, not mine. Mine are okay, but yours, I bet you can see right through them.
The Ancient One: [throws her hands in the air] Good enough, I guess.
Mordo: Oh, please, when have I ever done anything rash or irresponsible for a man?
Wong: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.
Mordo: That’s a really small folder.
Wong: This is just the letter A.
Wong: You’ve literally dated every single letter of at least four different alphabets.
Mordo: I feel ill. Do you think you could give me your thoughts as a doctor?
Stephen: Karl Mordo, as a PhD in neuroscience, I diagnose you as too damn beautiful for this world.
Stephen: The cure is going out on a date with me.
Mordo:
Mordo: That’s sweet and of course I will, but I literally have a fever.
Mordo: What’s our evil plan today?
Stephen: We’re gonna sling-ring ourselves to a Starbucks and decide what we want when we get to the fucking cashier.
Wong: After, I’ll send mine back for almond milk.
Stephen: You went too far.
Wong: The multiverse is officially a mess.
Mordo: Does anyone have a plan?
Stephen: I have a plan.
Stephen: What if we all make out?
Stephen: Like, we three could kiss. Each other, I mean. Like… have a threesome and stuff.
Wong:
Mordo:
Stephen: Well, fine! What’s yourplan?
Mordo: The moon is beautiful tonight.
Stephen: [discreetly stealing a glance at Mordo] It really is.
The Ancient One, whispering: Should we tell them that’s a tortilla we threw at the window?
Wong: No, let’s see if they can figure it out.
