Michael: Now I wanna introduce someone that you're gonna get to know very well. She was the top point getter, so she'll be helping me out around the neighborhood, kind of like your mayor. Vicky Sengupta! [applause] Vicky, would you like to say a few words?
Vicky: Actually, Michael, I'd like to sing a few words. Janet, hit it. [sings Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive"] At first I was afraid, I was petrified Kept thinking I could never live Without you by my side

Vicky: [in Michael suit] Oh, Janet, you disappoint me. I expected more of a fight from you. Yet here you are, all alone in the Bad Place, rendered powerless by a measly magnet jail. [laughs boisterously]
Janet: It's okay, I guess.
Vicky: What is the issue now? Hmm?
Janet: That's not how Michael laughs. It's more of a delighted giggle.
Shawn: She's right. You need to nail his subtleties and mannerisms for this to properly work as torture.
Vicky: [removes Michael suit] My problem with the role is that I haven't fully figured out Michael's motivation yet. Like I'm inside Michael, but I need to be "inside" Michael.
Janet: Hmm, you know, it actually feels more like torture when you discuss your "acting process."
Vicky: You don't get it.
Janet: If you really want to know Michael's motivation, it's the same as the rest of my friends: loyalty, empathy, and love.
Vicky: Eww.
Janet: And that's why they will prevail.
Vicky: I hate to break it to you, hon. They're not gonna prevail. [transforms into Michael] No one's coming to save you! [laughs maniacally]
Janet: Oof, getting colder.
Vicky: I know! I could feel it. You know, it was wrong. I'm just... I'm in my head now.

Vicky: Chidi, right? Denise. We met earlier, remember?
Chidi: Oh, yeah, hi. Are you limping?
Vicky: Yeah, I am. Crazy story. See, I was a trapeze artist in an illegal circus in Bangladesh...
Chidi: Angelique.
Angelique: Hey. How are you doing?
Chidi: Oh, well, uh... [laughs] You know. [Vicky limps off]

Michael: Vicky, where is everyone?
Vicky: They're not coming, Michael. You have lost control of this experiment, so we are on strike until our demands are met.

Vicky: You've got to admit things are going pretty well since I took over.
Michael: Certainly a lot smoother lately. And based on my surveillance, our four humans don't suspect anything.
Vicky: Yeah, because we're killing it. [others whoop]
Michael: You sure are. Here are the torture ideas you asked me to write up for next week.
Vicky: [groaning] So long. You're not supposed to be torturing me. From now on, make all your memos one page max with pictures. Also, Quinston over here already came up with a sick idea for how to torture Tahani. Tell him, babe.
Quinston: We're going to have Tahani throw a party for Gunnar's birthday, but no one will show up because we'll also be throwing a party, and it will be way better.
Vicky: Boom.
Michael: Where do you get these incredible ideas?
Quinston: Oh, that one just came to me. It just like popped right into my noodle.

Vicky: Thanks so much for coming to Gunnar's birthday party. Now, there was a little bit of a mix up, and Tahani also planned a birthday party over at the restaurant. So... why don't we all head over there?
Tahani: Uh... No need. This party is far superior.
Quinston: I'm sure yours is amazing.
Tahani: Well, I did fine on the decor, but I don't have, you know, actual unicorns you can ride. [unicorn snorts] So you all just stay here and have fun.
Vicky: Okay, well, if that's what you want. Let's all get back to the party, then.

Vicky: My hard work paid off for you, and now you're just taking all the credit.
Michael: Vicky, Vicky, this can work out great for both of us if we play our cards right. Shawn thinks that this is attempt number two, right? Now, if I tell him that you've been in charge of this version, he's eventually gonna find out that there have been hundreds of failed versions.
Vicky: Oh... right.
Michael: And if that happens, we're all going down. So, spread the word. No one talks about the reboots.
Vicky: Fine, but you better make this right. Mama want promotion, ya heard?

Shawn: Honestly, I'm still partial to the old-fashioned scorpion diapers, but you've done great work here.
Michael: I can't thank you enough for everything.
Vicky: Shawn, wait.
Michael: No...
Vicky: I have some very interesting information about who's really responsible for this neighborhood.
Michael: Shawn, the humans are escaping.
Vicky: It's Michael. Michael's responsible for this neighborhood and everything that's happening right now. Bye!

Michael: Guys, this is your chance to be part of a bold new future. You telling me there's not one single demon who wants to design the very first sample test of this new system?
Vicky: Oh, there is. And she's a stone-cold fox.

Michael: Vicky, what are you doing here?
Vicky: Relax. I heard about the new system. I love it, and I want to be a part of it.
Michael: Forgive me if I'm a little skeptical, given that you did once try to sabotage my entire neighborhood.
Vicky: Look, after you blew me into goo, I had a lot of time to think while my goo was re-forming. If things are gonna change, then I have to change along with them. And, sure, change can be scary, but I'm an artist... which means it's my job to be scared.