Sombra: Our first dying wish is D.Va's! She's… drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car. I have… something radiating off me.

D.Va: Yeah, those are stink lines. That's why the car hit her, 'cause she smells!

Sombra: Yes, I see. [pulls another card] Here you have drawn me having sexual congress with a taco… [pulls another card] … a taco having sexual congress with me… [pulls yet another card] … both of us relaxing, post-coitus… I'm crying and the taco has stink lines coming off of it– did anyone besides D.Va put a card into the bucket?

D.Va: Oh man, classic D.Va!

Sombra: Fantastic. This was a huge waste of my time.

Phaara: You did not read mine!
Sombra: Uhh…does it say you want the bucket?
Phaara: YES!