Mobius: You just disappeared. I can't keep looking at it 'cause it's horrible.
Loki: What? I thought you said it didn't look that bad.
Mobius: I was lying. It's terrible, looks like you're being born or dying or both at the same time. It's freaking me out.
Loki: It's okay. It's okay.
Mobius: It looks really painful.
Loki: It's not that bad. I can handle it.
Mobius: Come on. How does it look?
(Mobius is asking another TVA worker, she just gulps nervously)
Loki: I promise you from my heart this isn't about a throne.
Sylvie: What was I thinking trusting you? Has this whole thing been a con?
Loki: Really? That's what you think of me... after all this time? Sure. Why not? Evil Loki's master plan comes together. Well, you never trusted me, did you? What was the point? Can't you see? This is bigger than our experience.
Sylvie: Why aren't we seeing this the same way?
Loki: Because you can't trust... and I can't be trusted.
Loki (to Lokis): Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going on!? Look, it's been a very, very, very trying past few days. Months? I don't even know how long it's been since New York. All I know is, I got pruned and I woke up here, and now I'm surrounded by Variants of myself, plus an alligator, which I'm heartbroken to report I didn't find all that strange...
(Loki is in the "bad memory prison"...)
Loki: I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. Uh... I crave attention... because I'm... I'm a... I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's... It's because I'm scared of being alone.
Lady Sif: You are alone and you always will be.