Bengal: I screwed up big time.
Grievous: Bengal, given your daily life experiences, you’re going to have to be a lot more specific.
Grievous: Bengal and I have that kind of easy chemistry where we finish eachother’s-
Grievous: Don’t interrupt me.
Bengal: We did not die today. I call that an unqualified success.
Bengal: Hey guys, guess what I got!
Dooku: A man?
Ventress: A real job?
Grievous: A friend your own age?
Bengal: I wish I had the ability to make boys really nervous.
Ventress: Holding an activated lightsaber to their throat usually does it for me.
Grievous: I trust Panthera.
Droid: You think she knows what she’s doing?
Grievous: I wouldn’t go that far.
Grievous: Bengal, get that hideous thing off the terrace.
Bengal: *to Ventress* The General wants you to get off the terrace.
Bengal: Look, Ventress. I want to apologize for everything I said. For what it’s worth, I really like having you around.
Ventress: No, you don’t. Dooku made you say that.
Bengal: I know. I have dreams where I staple your fingers to your face.
Ventress: So what’s the best thing you’ve done as a Separatist?
Bengal: I danced with the devil in pale moonlight.
Grievous: You mean when you did the Macarena to try to distract Kenobi, Skywalker, and Tano?
Bengal: Well, it worked.
Ventress: They joined in. It was awesome.
Bengal: Best weekend ever.
Grievous: If you have any objections, feel free to put them in the suggestions box.
Gunray: That’s just a trashcan.
Bengal when Grievous is giving droids orders: Listen up, fives! A ten is speaking!
EV-A4-D: How was the battle?
Grievous: Difficult and pressuring.
Bengal: Stressful and deathy
Gunray: Without looking it up, tell me one thing a woman invented.
Bengal & Grievous: You, unfortunately.
Grievous: You know what, Bengal? You’re pretty cool.
Bengal: The cooliest?
Grievous: Don’t ruin it.