| First Line | Character (Speaker) |
| 'The strength of the thread.' | |
| 'Finnick!' | |
| 'Isn't my costume awful? My stylist's the biggest idiot in the Capitol. Our tributes have been trees for forty years under her. I wish I'd got Cinna. You look fantasic.' | |
| 'Last time I saw him, he said he was going to take a nap.' | |
| 'I told you we should have rescued the boy first.' | |
| 'It senses the density of the fabric and selects the strength.' | |
| 'Well, if I end up going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I?' | |
| 'Look at her! Look at this one!' | |
| 'Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!' | |
| | First Line | Character (Speaker) |
| 'What about Lover Boy?' | |
| 'Hey, Catnip.' | |
| 'Better clear out so they can get the body before it starts stinking.' | |
| 'Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve? Still hanging on?' | |
| 'What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?' | |
| 'I wouldn't in a million years.' | |
| 'Mm, still warm.' | |
| 'I'm very hard to catch.' | |
| 'Here, take this, Cato.' | |
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