Comedy, slapstick, and (sometimes) bad puns.
"You could have roped in the typing pool instead, they moon over the Colonel all the time."
"I must savor every moment of every love letter I recieve to do the sender justice," Mustang said, before proceeding to open the letter.
While Al couldn't say he approved, he was certain the Colonel wasn't stupid enough to try anything with Ed on a first date.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
To every outlandish, self-serving, and sometimes damn near suicidal thing that Edward Elric suggested, Jean Havoc would always reply mildly, with just a touch of good humor, "You're the boss."
He read his father's old, dog-eared textbooks, fascinated by the mechanics of alchemy.
Ed loved his brother, and would take his company as a roommate over anyone in the world — except one; but he made a damn lousy substitute for a girlfriend.
His brother was brilliant at many things, but finances were not one of them.
"Al," Ed said seriously and leaned forward to look up into his brother's glowing eyes, "if he had mind control powers, you would tell me, right?"
Artificial muscles and steel could not replace the level of sensitivity real muscle and skin had.
... and the moral of the story is - well, I guess there's no moral to this story, it's just a bunch of stuff that happened. Kind of like the rest of this movie.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
Not a fairy, then, Alfons thought in disappointment. The fairies in stories weren't usually so foul-mouthed and excitable, anyway.
It was just the men today, sitting around drinking coffee and playing cards and waiting for the paint to peel or the Fuhrer-in-Training to request they do something.
“Brother, don’t be ungrateful! Ling is trying very hard to teach you proper use of the Xingian language!”
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
There were whispers behind him, words exchanged in a frantic flurry of hisses and low notes.
"Yeah. Him again. The Colonel doesn't know when to quit, does he?"
"What do you mean, you're PREGNANT?" Ed yelled through the door.
The idiot prince still couldn't be bothered to figure out the different notes and coins, probably because he'd never actually paid for anything in his life.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
He underestimates the little things, like how long it will take him to put his socks on in the morning, and she comes up the stairs when breakfast is long since over to find him crouched over a torn stocking, blinking back furious tears...
"Oh yeah... Huh!" Ed looked around, brightening. "Wow, it looks a lot different upright and not burning."
If armor could narrow its eyes, Ed knew Al would have been doing so.
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
Any girl would be driven insane if she was the youngest child and the only girl in a family of six children.
Alphonse settled for a barely audible sigh and hoped that his brother knew what he was doing.
"Colonel, if I may ask... what is a cat, to be more precise, a kitten doing in the office?"
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
"You aren't Envy, are you? Because if you are, I'll kick your ass and find out what you've done with my brother."
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
Edward Elric was notoriously known for his intense dislike of milk.
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
"There is no corresponding word in your language. There is consort, but most people seem to think that that is some kind of advisory position. Then there is wife, which is a bit closer to the true definition--"
Al decided he didn't like that particular grin on his brother's face.
Ed looked down at the camera again, and smiled an evil, evil smile.
"You know it's a good thing I heal almost immediately, because otherwise I'd be so sore, I'd never get anywhere in the story."
"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
Ed always got sappy in the afterglow.