Not an exit. That's on me. Did you see the way he looked at me? He really thinks I...

Nimona: [In the cleaning supplies closet] Not an exit. That's on me.
Ballister Boldheart: [Referring to Goldenloin] Did you see the way he looked at me? He really thinks I killed the queen.
Nimona: Everyone thinks you killed the queen.
[Smacks Ballister on the head]
Nimona: Snap out of it, boss!
Ballister Boldheart: Ow! What was that for?
Nimona: [Holding Ballister's face with both hands] Look, I can get us out of here, but things are about to get... weird.
Ballister Boldheart: About to get weird?
Nimona: Promise me you won't freak out.
Ballister Boldheart: How can I promise if I don't know what's gonna happen?
Nimona: Well, I guess you'll just have to trust me.
Ballister Boldheart: Why would I trust you? !
Nimona: [an axe chops through the wooden door] Because if you don't, you're gonna die in this closet!
Ballister Boldheart: Die?
Nimona: Now promise!
Ballister Boldheart: I promise!
Nimona: Promise promise?
Ballister Boldheart: [Arrows whooshing around him] On my life!
Nimona: [Grabs an arrow before it hit her] Then say it again.
Ballister Boldheart: [while holding a toilet plunger with a tissue roll] I PROMISE!
Nimona: Oh, wow... even when you see the horn?
Ballister Boldheart: Horn? ! What do you mean... like a trumpet?
Nimona: JUST PROMISE!
Ballister Boldheart: [rapidly] I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE I WILL NOT FREAK...
Ballister Boldheart: [Nimona shapeshifts into a rhinosaurus as Ballister watches in disbelief, open mouthed] Uh...
[Nimona bursts out of the room]
Nimona: [to the knights] This is the part where you run