Molli and Max in the Future (2023) 50% 1★

– It's really gorgeous here.
– Is it? You can't spell Oceanus without Anus.

– So, what do you need magic crystals for?
– I don't know. They connect me with the gods.
– Right.
– Oh, okay. I take it you're one of those people who doesn't believe in the gods. See, I don't get that. Higher consciousness beings exist. That's not like up for debate.
– Okay. Just because interdimensional aliens exist doesn't mean that they care about you. They may as well be imaginary.
– Everything's imaginary. Stock markets aren't real. Borders, laws, corporations. They're all just social constructs.

MOLLI: You're idealizing a spiritually bankrupt society.
MAX: Yeah. But you guys get to vote.
MOLLI: The whole thing is a stupid reality TV show!

MOLLI: Come on! You should be proud of your gills. They're beautiful!
MAX: It's like having two vaginas on your collarbone. It's not beautiful…So, are your parents still married?
MOLLI: Uh, yes. Just not to each other.

MOLLI: I do not fart. If you're smelling gasoline, it's the ship.
MAX: If your butt is called, „the ship”, then, yeah.

– All right. Uh, people of the galaxy, you've seen me sing, you've seen me dance. Uh, sorry about the singing. You even watched as a doctor inspected my genitals on live TV to prove without a doubt that there was no eczema down there, and there wasn't. Free and clear.

Demon: I'm not joking. I'm going to kill you all. And as soon as I can figure out how, I'm going to merge our reality with the trash dimension. Thank you.