The Boys (TV series)/Season 1

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The Boys is an American superhero television series developed by Eric Kripke for Amazon Prime Video. Based on the comic book of the same name by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, it follows the eponymous team of vigilantes as they combat superpowered individuals who abuse their abilities.

The Name of the Game [1.1]

Hughie: Okay! Uh, what, exactly, can I do for you?

Billy Butcher: No, you got it all wrong, Hughie. It's what I can do for you. See, you ain't alone, son; happens a lot more than you think. Supes lose hundreds of people each year to collateral damage.

Hughie: No! C'mon, that would be all over the news! People would be screaming bloody murder.

Billy Butcher: Yeah, look, there might be the odd mention of it every now and again, like with Robin, but there's a shit sight more that happens that just gets swept right under the rug.

Hughie: ...why?

Billy Butcher: Ain't it obvious? Movie tickets, merchandising, theme parks, video games. A multi-billion dollar global industry supported by corporate lobbyists and politicians on both sides. But the main reason that you won't hear about it... is because the public don't wanna know about it. See, people love that cozy feeling that supes give 'em. Some golden cunts swoop out the sky and save the day, so you don't go and do it yourself. But if you knew half the shit they get up to... [tsks] Fucking diabolical. But that... is where I come in.

Hughie: Come in to... to do what?

Billy Butcher: Spank the bastards when they get out of line.

Billy Butcher: Well, well, well. If it ain't the invisible cunt.

"Cherry" [1.02]

Hughie Campbell: I'm not a murderer.

Billy Butcher: That's all right. I am.

Frenchie: [Has a pill] Here take it.

Hughie Campbell: What is that?

Frenchie: It will help you with your, uh, anxiety. It's LSD and MDMA. This is a candy flip. It'll smooth you right out. Take it.

Hughie Campbell: Uh, thank you, but I-I don't think now is the time for a major hallucinogen.

Starlight: See I asked around. You're not number two around here. You're just the fish guy. Everyone thinks you're a joke. Me most of all. I cannot believe I fell for your crap.

The Deep: You stuck-up little...

Starlight: You ever... touch me again, [her eyes light up] I will burn your eyes out. You understand me?

Madelyn Stillwell: Gods are pure and perfect. And above the law. And the need to stay that way.

Madelyn Stillwell: Do you know what's interesting? The Deep told me, and only me, that there were scorch marks on the mayor's engine almost like two small high intensity beams roughly the with of human eyes.

Homelander: Say what you mean to say.

Madelyn Stillwell: Your brand is hope, baseball, America, sunshine. You don't do vengeance.

Homelander: Madelyn, I heard him. Through the walls, he was blackmailing you.

Madelyn Stillwell: I'm the last person you need to save.

Homelander: But I did it for you.

Madelyn Stillwell: I know. but did the timing occur to you? I have half the senate's comity coming tonight.

Homelander: Listen, Anika. I'm the Homelander. And I can do whatever the fuck I want. OK?

Homelander: I'm the Homelander, and I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Madelyn Stillwell: You're really gonna clutch your pearls, Senator.

Translucent: I'm Translucent. I'm invincible!

Madelyn Stillwell: Why have average when you can have extraordinary?

Homelander: I trust we never have to have this conversation again.

The Deep: Catch my dive in the water? Fuckin' cherry.

Senator Calhoun: Hey, that feels different.

Ashley Barrett: When you're in the big leagues, you flip it!

Billy Butcher: We don't want your fuckin' money.

Starlight: The girl said no!

Translucent: You're not the hero of the story, and I'm not the one who's trapped.

"Get Some" [1.03]

Billy Butcher: We'll cross that bridge when we burn it.

Marvin Milk: Who's this guy?

Billy Butcher: The new lad. Hughie. Hughie, Mother's Milk.

Hughie Campbell: That's a... nickname?

Marvin Milk: No, my mother actually named me Mother's Milk.

Hughie Campbell: Did-did she?

Marvin Milk: So we got a French whore and a Stephen fucking Hawking. Great job, Butcher.

Billy Butcher: Well, it was Stephen fucking Hawking who dusted the Supe.

Frenchie: My father was bipolar. One night, when I was ten, he tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet.

Marvin Milk: Not until this frog gets what's coming.

Frenchie: Only thing that is coming is me on your mother's titties!

Homelander: Let's hear it for my buddy A-Train! Am I right? [The crowd cheers, laughs and mutters under his breath] You fucking cocksuckers.

Starlight: [After Starlight is presented with a revealing new costume] Look I appreciate the effort, I really do. But I prefer my old outfit.

Madelyn Stillwell: We're not.

Starlight: Excuse me?

Madelyn Stillwell: Starlight, like I said before, this is a partnership. And in a partnership we give and we take.

Starlight: It's my body. I have the right to choose how much of it I show.

Madelyn Stillwell: That is true, you do. You just won't be doing it in The Seven, unless it is wrapped in that.

Popclaw: Say it. You're a filthy pig who likes to eat ass!

Marvin Milk: I figured if you wait around long enough, two plus two equals nasty.

Queen Maeve: The things I let you do to me.

Popclaw: You ran through a girl, baby. That not what I'd call control.

Homelander: I'm just sayin' a missing team member is more important than A-Train's insipid race.

Billy Butcher: Either he goes with you, or I break your legs.

Marvin Milk: Everything comes with a price.

Seth Reed: Mothers and rapists and thieves, oh my! Dorothy is not in Kansas anymore.

Billy Butcher: Bring it in!

Starlight: It's MY body. I have the right to choose how much of it I show.

Hughie Campbell: I never told you everything.

Billy Butcher: You're a smart lad, but you still ain't twigged to the one weakness they all got. Their reputations.

Popclaw: I don't bite. Unless you want me to.

Homelander: Whoever it was, they just declared war.

Hughie Campbell: I wasn't getting Beyonce vibes.

Hughie Campbell: The price, whatever it is, I'll pay it.

Billy Butcher: You two knobbers, kiss and make up. We got a job to do.

Billy Butcher: Keep your eyes on A-Train. He's totally jenked.

"The Female of the Species" [1.04]

Billy Butcher: What's Sporty Spice up to?

Marvin Milk: Who?

Billy Butcher: Sporty fucking Spice. What is she up to?

Marvin Milk: I don't know.

Billy Butcher: Exactly. How about Posh? You know what she's doing?

Frenchie: I don't understand.

Billy Butcher: Making clothes for anorexics. Right? Not exactly a growth market. And Baby? You know what she's doing? Fuck all. Not even page six of the Daily Mail. And Scary Spice? Up to her eyeballs in lawsuits and sex tapes. Ginger, on the other hand, has released three albums. "Passion", "Schizophoni"', and "Scream If You Want To Go Faster". They'll all make your ears bleed. You see, when they're apart, they're absolute fucking rubbish. But, you put them together... they're the goddamn fucking Spice Girls.

Marvin Milk: How do you know so much about the Spice Girls?

Frenchie: You need to unclench your asshole.

Marvin Milk: You need to eat my clenched asshole.

Hughie Campbell: As a rule, I don't usually go out after a gory massacre.

Homelander: They didn't have to die.

Starlight: Never show your strength to a boy you like.

Susan Raynor: How did you get in here? You're like the fucking mold on my laundry room tiles. You scrape it off, it comes right back.

Billy Butcher: Don't worry. It'll get a little more horrible.

Billy Butcher: She ain't no Spice Girl.

Popclaw: You're being paranoid.

Frenchie: How deep does your tongue go?

Marvin Milk: How do you know so much about the Spice Girls?

Hughie Campbell: You are literally the nicest person in the city.

Homelander: [To airplane passengers that he is supposed to rescue but has actually secured their demise] You stay back! All of you, stay back! [his eyes light up] You stay the fuck back or I'll laser you, goddamnit! I'LL LASER EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU!

"Good for the Soul"' [1.05]

Billy Butcher: Security's tighter than a choir boy's asshole.

Pastor: I'm- I'm not really sure what you're saying, son.

Billy Butcher: I'm saying that if there is some geezer up there with a big white beard, he's a world heavyweight cunt.

Marvin Milk: What?

Pastor: I-I'm sorry, did you just call God a C-word?

Billy Butcher: Yeah. He's got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer, to the existential clusterfuck that is humanity, is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank. That is a cunt move. Come on, even you got to agree with me there.

Marvin Milk: Hey, hey, hey, please...

Billy Butcher: We should lob a fucking nuke at him, get it over and done with. You know what I'm saying?

Marvin Milk: We're sorry, sir. We apologize. My man...

Billy Butcher: All right. Good talk. Think about it. I'm here all day, all right?

Marvin Milk: This kid needs to be trained up, Butcher.

Hughie Campbell: Yeah. Yeah, what he said. I-I don't know how to blackmail anyone.

Billy Butcher: Hughie, you've done a murder. Comparatively speaking, this will be a piece of cake.

Annie January: Every single word that I say up here, I'm reading from a script. I didn't write any of these words. I don't even know if I believe in them. I mean, I believe in God, I love God so much, but... honestly, it's... it's just how goddamn... [crowd gasps] certain everyone is around here. I mean, tickets start at, what, 170 bucks, so that these people can tell you how to get into heaven? How do they know? How does anybody know? When the bible was written, life expectancy was 30 years old. I mean, I'm not so sure you're supposed to take it literally. It also says that it's a sin to eat shrimp. What, if... if you're gay or if you're... Gandhi you're going to hell? I mean... And if you have sex before marriage, that's... that's not immoral. That's human. What's immoral is the guy who shoved his dick in my face. [Crowd gasps again]

The Deep: [Watching from the Seven's meeting room] Shit.

Madelyn Stillwell: [Watching from her office] Shit.

Annie January: [Looks over at her mom and then back to the crowd] Here's the truth. Anyone who tells you they know the answers is lying. And I know, I know, I'm supposed to be this hero-idol-symbol-whatever, but... I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I'm just as scared and confused as the rest of you. I'm done pretending, and I'm done taking any more shit. [Pause] Thank you.

Hughie Campbell: So what they do is they take boxes full of that stuff and they ship it to hospitals all across the country. And apparently the latest one is going to the NICU at Mercer Hospital. It's in... it's midtown I think.

Marvin Milk: You are a natural, kid. You're like the fucking... Rain Man of fucking people over.

Hughie Campbell: [Chuckles] Not a compliment.

Hughie Campbell: Just... hold on a second. I want to show you something. [Hetakes out his phone, only to discover it's badly water-damaged and no longer functional]

Ezekiel: What's wrong?

Hughie Campbell: Uh... [looks up] You fucked me.

Ezekiel: What?

Hughie Campbell: Yeah, in a private Supe club. You know, the one on East 29th? Secret Lair, I think it's called?

Ezekiel: [Backs away nervously] Don't know it. Nope.

Hughie Campbell: There were three of us...

Ezekiel: You've got nothing.

Hughie Campbell: ...oiled up, and you... wrapped your stretchy arms around me and it was... it was so fucking hot. And your dick was so... perfect, and long, and stretchy. And you... you played my butt like jazz. With poise and skill and... willingness to improvise.

[After Butcher insults God in front of a pastor]

Marvin Milk: You mind pipin' it down just a little bit, huh?

Billy Butcher: Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to offend your inner black Baptist mum shoutin' "praise the Lord!"

Marvin Milk: Fuck you, I'm Episcopalian. And there's nothin' wrong with havin' a little church up in you, you know?

Billy Butcher: Said the bishop to the nun.

A-Train: I think I have some good news.

Queen Maeve: What did I tell you about boring speeches?

Hughie Campbell: It can't all be randon chaos.

Hughie Campbell: You played my butt like jazz. With poise and skill and willingness to improvise.

Madelyn Stillwell: We need boundaries!

Annie January: You want me to just suck it up and do this for you? You have idea what you're really asking. You have no idea what I've been through.

Billy Butcher: Call your church, guv. It's not a hate crime.

Billy Butcher: If there is some geezer up there with a big white beard, he's a real heavyweight cunt.

Annie January: Anyone who tells you they know the answers is lying.

Madelyn Stillwell: You're my good boy.

Madelyn Stillwell: Have I not been paying enough attention to you? Are you lonely?

Hughie Campbell: Everything I hear here ... well, that helped a total of jack shit. Except for what you said. You're right. Nobody knows.

Billy Butcher: Holy fuck! That was diabolical!

Billy Butcher: He's got a hard-on for mass murder and givin' kids cancer. And his big ol' answer to the existential clusterfuck that is humanity is to nail his own bleedin' son to a plank.

Billy Butcher: That's a supe baby.

The Innocents [1.6]

[After previewing a promotional campaign commercial for The Seven]

Sound technician: Obviously, a lot of it's temp.

Courtenay: I love it. If we're airing on TLC between My 600-lb Life and Little People, Big World. But we're not. 'Cause we're not cheap reality garbage.

Sound technician: Sorry, Courtenay, I thought, um... I- I was trying to go for something a bit more personable, down-to-earth.

Courtenay: Not this down-to-earth. I need them to look like someone you'd want in the Army. We here are not fucking Heidi and Spencer. We are The Seven, James. And why isn't there anything on Starlight?

Sound technician: She actually hasn't really made herself available to the crew.

Courtenay: Where the hell is she?

Newscaster 1: Has a heavenly body lost her luster? Two weeks after Starlight's shocking appearance at the Believe Expo.

Newscaster 2: Social media is still buzzing about her controversial speech. Was it a breakdown or a triumph?

Queen Maeve: Of course, my thoughts are with Starlight, and, uh, I support her in every way.

Passerby interviewee: What I want to know, who's that dude that stuck his (bleeped) in her face? She should (bleeped) that (bleeped)-er in the (bleeped)-hole.

Newscaster 2: Okay.

Starlight: Of everything that I said, that's what they focus on.

Hughie Campbell: Hey. Eye of the tiger. You and me, we have a Panera gift card to win.

[Frenchie is watching a nature documentary on sharks and The Asian Female/Kimiko sits next to him]

Frenchie: Mon coeur. Would you like me to change it?

The Asian Female/Kimiko: Incroyable.

Frenchie: [To her] You talked to me. [To self] She talked to me.

Marvin Milk: That's talking?

Frenchie: Well, she communicated anyway.

Marvin Milk: She likes Shark Week, huh? I'll call BuzzFeed.

Frenchie: [To self] I wonder if she lived by the water. [Gets off couch and walks to Marvin Milk] You know, you can't fool me. [Sits near Marvin Milk] Who is she? What does she want? Why is she here? She could be the key to it all. That's what you think, huh?

Marvin Milk: No, that's not what I think.

Frenchie: Yes, you do. It torments you. It's okay. Listen, I got one word for you. It's a surefire way to solve this puzzle. Once and for all.

Marvin Milk: Tell me.

Frenchie: Mesmer.

Marvin Milk: Mesmer? You want help from a Supe? He despise Vought, hates them, hates the other Supes. And the enemy of your enemy... Frenchie, what part of "you're burned" do you not understand?

Frenchie: Oh, come on. It's a quick trip. She and I will hide in the van. Let's go. In, out, boom, bing.

Marvin Milk: Boom, bing? Look, I'll tell you what I can do. I can... possibly tattoo "fuck no" on your ass.

Frenchie: [Gets up turning head and flicks a hand] Ah, come on.

Marvin Milk: Best I can do.

Frenchie: You know... I've seen you eat ice cream.

Marvin Milk: Oh, my God.

Frenchie: Chunky Monkey, I believe.

Marvin Milk: Where is this going?

Frenchie: Well, you know, you take a spoonful... a chunk of fudge, perhaps. But then I see you with the surface is uneven. So what do you do? You take another scoop, you try to even it out, which, tragically, creates a corresponding divot. Ultimately, there is only but one choice for you, no? To consume the entire pint. No, you don't want to, you don't want to. But you must. And I tell you why, my friend, because you cannot bear things out of order. And she... she's out of order. [Marvin Milk stares disapprovingly]

Hughie Campbell: [Walking in alleyway] All right. You want to tell me where we're going?

Billy Butcher : You don't do it anymore.

Hughie Campbell: What?

Billy Butcher : You know that feeling you get when you tip your chair back too far, and you catch yourself just before you fall?

Hughie Campbell: Yeah?

Billy Butcher: You used to look like that all day long. [Hugh chuckles] But now look at you, neck-deep in shit, cool as a cucumber. You ain't half the twat I thought you were, Hughie.

Hughie Campbell: You know, you're always calling people "cunts" or "twats." But I just... I never really got how that's an insult? They're flexible, take a pounding, and they're the reason behind, like, 98% of my life decisions.

Billy Butcher: [Turns onto main street] You're doing good, Hughie. [Puts arm across his back] And you're a good cunt. [Stops at door of church] Well, here we are.

Hughie Campbell: Church?

Billy Butcher: Seek and ye shall find, me son. Come on. [Walks into group therapy session with Hugh]

Sheila: [In a wheelchair] Uh, some days are harder than others, obviously, uh... You know, the other day, I- I wanted to talk to my friend about all this, but I couldn't. That's why this group is- is so great. It's so important. I know it's wrong to feel angry. After all, Tek-Knight saved me. I- I just wish he'd been a- a little more gentle with my spine.

Lydia: It's about acceptance, isn't it? Letting go. Moving on. Seth, you're up.

Seth: Hey... hey, everybody.

Support group participants: Hey, Seth.

Seth: Uh, so I'm kind of a writer. Uh, I work in marketing. Uh, there's this one hero, who shall remain nameless, but has ice powers.

Billy Butcher: [Points] Ice Princess.

Seth: I'm not allowed to say. Anyway, she, uh, took a liking to me. It was heady, man. Intoxicating. No one wants to fuck the writer. Needless to say, I fell for her, big-time.

Billy Butcher: [Whispers to Hugh] What kind of nobber falls for a Supe?

Seth: Anyway, we were, uh, you know, being intimate, when she climaxed and accidentally turned into ice. Just for a second, but I was, uh, still in there, at negative 346 degrees. Same temperature as liquid nitrogen. As you can imagine, um... it snapped off. [Participants gasps] The crazy thing is, I still miss her. It's like, that's the cost of a mortal like me for being with a god like her.

Billy Butcher: [Whispers to Hugh] If a Supe done that when she was happy, imagine what one would do if she found out you'd been lying to her from the get-go?

Lydia: Excuse me. You have something you'd like to share?

Billy Butcher: No, no. A-Apologies. Please do, uh, continue the Ice Capades.

Lydia: We don't make jokes or judgments here. Why don't you take the talking stick and tell us your story?

Billy Butcher: Nah, I'm good.

Lydia: You know, I've seen guys like you before.

Billy Butcher: Oh, I seriously doubt that.

Lydia: The smirk, the jokes, it's all a defense mechanism. But you don't have to do that here. This is a safe space.

Billy Butcher: I said I'm good.

Lydia: Time to move on. Go ahead, Seth. Give him the stick. [Seth walks over to Billy]

Billy Butcher: [Snatches stick, participants gasps and he walks up pointing it at Seth] You, back off, or I'll shove this stick where your dick used to be. You're a bunch of pathetic Supe-worshipping cunts. I bet you'd thank a Supe if they shat on your mum's best china. Did it ever occur to you that they split your spine or broke your dick just for a laugh? Where's your fucking rage?! Your self-respect?! Sitting here in your little share circle. Having a little whinge and a moan. Fuck "letting go." You should be out there with a fucking chain saw, going after 'em! [Turns and walks away] Just a bunch of scared fucking rabbits. Supes are all the same. Every fucking one of 'em. [Pulls off jacket from chair and walks out door]

The Deep: Oh, Ms. Stillwell, hey, you wanted to see me, right?

Madelyn Stillwell: Yeah, I'm running late. Can you walk with me?

The Deep: Yeah, sure. [Holds up infant sleeper suit] Hey, look, I brought a little present for your little guy.

Madelyn Stillwell: Ah.

The Deep: Never, uh, too young to start saving the world, right?

Madelyn Stillwell: I'm gonna need you to make a public apology. And you're going to be taking a sabbatical from The Seven.

Mesmer: [The Asian Female/Kimiko attacks him]Jesus fucking... goddamn it!

Marvin Milk: Relax!

Mesmer: No.

Marvin Milk: Everyone relax! Just- just go walk it off!

Mesmer: Walk it off?! She broke my fucking wrist!

Marvin Milk: She didn't intend any harm!

Mesmer: Oh, could have fooled me! Get out! I'm going to the hospital!

Marvin Milk: Not till we get what we came for, Mesmer.

Mesmer: Fuck you! The session's over!

Marvin Milk: Sit down! Okay, listen. I was a field medic. Don't look at her. Look at me. I can patch you up better than any of those oxy junkies in the E.R., or I can break your other wrist. You decide. Good. Now, do you have any bandages or a splint?

Mesmer: No, I don't have a goddamn splint!

Marvin Milk: [Opens door of Mesmer's house to Billy and Hugh] Gentlemen.

Billy Butcher: Wow. Mesmer. [Condescendingly waves to Mesmer on couch] Hello. Big fan. Be with you in a minute. [Whispers to Marvin Milk] Well, now we got to kill him.

Marvin Milk: No, we don't have to kill him. Look, we made a deal with the guy. If he keeps his trap shut, he gets to see his kid.

Billy Butcher: He's just a dad with his kid.

Marvin Milk: He's a fucking Supe with a kid.

Billy Butcher: What the fuck were you thinking, coming here? You know better than that.

Marvin Milk: Sometimes you get further with people by treating them like people.

Billy Butcher: [Turns to Mesmer] Nice decor. '80s serial killer. Love it. All right, then, let's get cracking.

Mesmer: [Holds hands with The Asian Female/Kimiko] There's a camp in a... in a jungle. She's a soldier. There's a-a flag with a two-headed snake on it.

Billy Butcher: Two-headed snake? [Holds arms crossed] Like...?

Mesmer: Yeah.

Billy Butcher: With red rays behind it?

Hughie Campbell: What does that mean?

Marvin Milk: It's the flag of the Shining Light Liberation Army. Frenchie... you're dating a terrorist.

Frenchie: [Turns to The Asian Female/Kimiko] Is this true? [She looks up at him] Ah. There must be more to all of this. She can't be a terrorist.

Billy Butcher: Yeah, well, you just fucking keep her under control.

Marvin Milk: Okay, so they smuggle in a top-shelf extremist recruit and pump her up with Compound V.

Billy Butcher: And then, when she's good and ready, they cut her loose to wreak havoc.

Frenchie: She wouldn't.

Hughie Campbell: Wait. Why would Vought give Compound V to terrorists?

Marvin Milk: 'Cause the only thing more dangerous than a terrorist is a Supe terrorist, and the only way to fight it...

Billy Butcher: Is with Sergeant Fucking Homelander. Got to let the cunts in the army now. Those fuckers are creating super villains. And maybe there's more of 'em, God knows how many.

Hughie Campbell: Holy shit.

Marvin Milk: Okay, this is a clusterfuck, even for us.

Frenchie: No, listen to me, okay? Maybe that's what they want her to be. But that's not who she is. That's not what she wants.

Billy Butcher: And you know this 'cause she bends your fucking ear off?

Frenchie: She saved my life! She's not bad. She just want to go home.

Billy Butcher: She's a fucking Supe, just like the rest. How many times do I have to fucking say it, eh?

Frenchie: [Bends down to her] Mon coeur, I know you understand me. Please. Please. Tell them who you are. Tell them what I see. [She gets up and walks past them with Mesmer forcing her back down]

Mesmer: [Holds hands with her] The drawings are, uh, palm trees in front of the moon. It's where she grew up. They killed her parents. They kidnapped her and her brother. Forced them to be soldiers.

The Asian Female/Kimiko's brother: [In insurgent camp in flashback with her offering a tiny portion of rice in a bowl to him] No, Kimiko... you eat it.

Mesmer: She just wants to go back and get her brother out of there. Her name's Kimiko. [Gets up and walks away]

Frenchie: Kimiko. Bonjour, Kimiko.

Billy Butcher: [Looks at Marvin Milk who shrugs and sighs] All right, take her back to the safe house.

Marvin Milk: Where you headed?

Billy Butcher: I'm gonna go see Raynor. We've got more than enough to get the Feds on board now. [To Mesmer] You tell anyone what you saw or heard here today, and I'll cut your hands off and shove 'em so far up your ass, your fingers'll give us a little wave out your throat, yeah? [Mesmer extends for a hand shake] Fuck off, wanker. [Walks away]

Billy Butcher: You're a bunch of pathetic, Supe-worshipping cunts. I bet you'd thank a Supe if they shat on your mum's best china. Did it ever occur to you that they broke your spine, or broke your dick, just for a laugh? Where's your fucking rage?! Your self-respect?! Sitting in here in your little share-circle, having a little whinge and a moan? Fuck letting go. You should be out there with a fucking chainsaw going after 'em! Just a bunch of scared fucking rabbits. Supes are all the same. Every one of 'em.

The Name of the Game [1.7]

A-Train: [Vomiting] Oh, this is killing me.

Nathan Franklin: [Pats him on back] Come on. [They walk to table]

A-Train: [Sits at table] Damn. Oh, no fucking way.

Nathan Franklin: You need 3,000 calories an hour, or you're gonna pass out.

A-Train: I can't do this shit, man.

Nathan Franklin: Tough shit. You heard the doc. Your heart is getting bigger, balls are getting smaller, your bone density's for shit. That Compound V shit is killing you.

A-Train: Hey. Don't even say it out loud, all right? You don't know shit about it, you understand?

Nathan Franklin: I don't want to know. And you're done, okay? No more fucking around.

A-Train: Did you see my last time out there? Sioux City's got a fucking faster runner than me.

Nathan Franklin: Then no more club openings and commercial shoots. Okay? None of that shit. We train. Back to the basics.

A-Train: Nobody gets it back at my age. I'm gonna be a freak show like Ben Johnson, racing against horses.

Nathan Franklin: At least you'll still be breathing.

A-Train: [Glances at phone] Shit. I got to go.

Nathan Franklin: Where?

A-Train: [Enters boardroom of Vought Corporation headquarters] What's going on?

Homelander: I missed you guys.[Puts hand on A-Train's shoulder] Just wanted to see your smiling faces. Take a seat, buddy. [A-Train walks to table] And, truth be known, I felt like we were overdue a little heart-to-heart. A rap session, maybe a little tough love.

Queen Maeve: [Sighs] What's that supposed to mean?

Homelander: It means that lately, some of you have been, eh, a little out of sorts. Erratic. Unreliable. Downright sloppy. [Points] Not you, Noir. You've been great. But the rest of you... It is fair to say that I am disappointed. Got to keep your eye on the ball, guys. The enemies are storming the gates. I mean, we're not even The Seven anymore, we're down to five. We're dropping like fucking flies, but at least now I know why. [Pulls up Hugh's face on screen]

Starlight: Uh... why... Is this a joke? Why is Hughie up there?

Queen Maeve: I don't understand. Who is this guy?

Homelander: This guy is Hugh Campbell. He and Starlight are going steady. He's also one of the guys who killed Translucent.

Starlight: Wait, what?!

Homelander: As well as blackmailing Mesmer, Ezekiel, Popclaw and God knows who else.

A-Train: Popclaw?

Starlight: No. No, no, no. You... That- that is insane.

Homelander: Starlight, sticks and stones won't break my bones, but words...

Starlight: No, sir. I'm sorry. I wasn't... It's just, he's not... I mean, why would he do that?

Homelander: Good question. A-Train, over to you.

A-Train: What?

Homelander: Oh, boy. That little egg of yours is still scrambled, huh? How about now? [Zooms out of image on screen to reveal A-Train shaking hands with Hugh with Madelyn aside]

A-Train: Oh, shit! I know this guy!

Homelander: You did smash through his girlfriend, so I should hope so.

A-Train: Robin s- something or other. I- I remember now, I- I've seen him outside of Popclaw's place. He was all in my face. [To Starlight] You're fucking this guy?!

Starlight: S... Okay, slow down. I don't know what's going on, but Hughie is not capable of anything close to this.

Homelander: Well, that is true, actually. That's very true. He is just a man, and, by the looks of it, not much of one. [Chuckles] But... but hear me out. W- what if he was helped? Hmm? Say someone, I don't know, got him in to see Ezekiel and got rid of the Deep.

Starlight: [Stands up with hands raised] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

Homelander: Keep those hands down by your sides, missy. Sit down. [Walks over] Now... I know that you want to make this whole Deep thing an "All the single ladies" moment. [Taps Starlight with a fist] Power, right? But really, what you've done is pulled off every criminal's wet dream. I mean, The Seven is down by two. I just can't help noticing that it all started when you came along, which makes me wonder, which one of us is next, hmm?

A-Train: You bitch!

Starlight: I didn't do anything!

Homelander: Enough! We're a different fucking breed. We shine with the golden light [Starlight stands up] of providence, but you, [Walks up to Starlight wagging index finger in her face] you've been helping these fucking mud people to go against us!

Starlight: No.

Homelander: Shut your fucking mouth, young lady! If you were in my position... what would you do to you? [Starlight begins to sob]

Queen Maeve: [Stands up] Homelander, that's enough!

Homelander: You got something to add, Maeve?

Queen Maeve: She didn't know.

Homelander: Well, she stinks of adrenaline and her heart's beating like a little rabbit.

Queen Maeve: The only thing she's guilty of is being fucking stupid. She obviously fell for this Hugh Campbell guy and he's pumping her for information, so back off, leave her alone.

Homelander: Wow. Starlight, you must be something special. Hmm? I can't remember the last time Maeve gave a shit ab... Well, gave a shit about anyone, really. [Walks over to Queen Maeve] And if I say no?

Queen Maeve: [Walks up] Come on. I got this. [Whispers] It's you and me, remember?

Homelander: [Whispers] Don't say I never do anything for you. [Turns to room, aloud] All right. You want her, you got her. She's your responsibility now. I just hope you're right about her, for both your sakes. Class dismissed! [Claps hand and walks away with Starlight bending over table in contemplation]

Frenchie: [Sets down baking batch on table] Look at this. [Walks over to Kimiko mixing baking mix] Oh, no. You don't stir, you fold. Like this. Now that's what makes them spongy. Here you go. [Hugh enters] She wants to know where you were.

Billy Butcher: That's a compelling fucking question.

Hughie Campbell: [Walks up to Billy eating] Hey, can we talk?

Billy Butcher: That's what we're doing, innit?

Hughie Campbell: No, I mean...

Billy Butcher: There ain't no secrets here, son. Spit it out.

Hughie Campbell: Stop being an asshole, just talk to the guy.

Billy Butcher: Hughie doesn't mind. Do you, Hughie?

Hughie Campbell: Okay, fine. I don't think I can do this anymore.

Billy Butcher: [Walks past] Do what?

Hughie Campbell: This. I mean, Vought, whatever with Kimiko, it's- it's awful, and you got to stop it, but I can't.

Billy Butcher: [Walks back] Right. You just want to kick back, drink a few Mai Tais, and let us do all the work, is that it?

Hughie Campbell: You know, I managed to go my whole life without seeing someone die horribly, and now I'm up to about a half dozen, so I think I'm good.

Billy Butcher: Please. You're a fucking killer, Hughie, just like the rest of us. Now, why don't you stop pissing around and tell everybody what this is really all about? Yeah?

Hughie Campbell: Fine. Annie.

Marvin Milk: Fuck. [Buries face in hand]

Hughie Campbell: Okay? It's about Annie.

Billy Butcher: [Slowly claps] Fucking finally. He's been sneaking off to give her one at Lincoln Grand.

Hughie Campbell: You've been following me?

Billy Butcher: Like you gave me a choice.

Hughie Campbell: She doesn't know anything, okay? I'm not gonna tell her anything. All right? We'll just...

Billy Butcher: Just what? Fuck off to Epcot? The Hamptons? Maybe pump out a few flying babies?

Hughie Campbell: No. I... I don't know!

Billy Butcher: No, you don't know 'cause you ain't thinking, except with your dick! You're wrong about her! That bitch is fucking playing you, and you're too fucking blind to see it! [Walks past Hugh]

Hughie Campbell: Right, so better to be loyal to a dead woman who doesn't know and doesn't care?! How's that working out for you?! [Billy Butcher stops and turns glaring with Hugh answers phone] Hey, Dad.

A-Train: Hey, Hughie. Long time no talk. You know, I've been thinking about you a lot lately.

Hughie Campbell: Who's this?

A-Train: I thought you would recognize my voice. You spend so much time obsessing about me, am I right? Say hi to your baby boy, Dad.

Hugh Campbell Sr.: Oh. H-Hey, hey, hey, Hughie. Why is he here? He says you're in some kind of trouble.

Hughie Campbell: Dad, are you okay?

Hugh Campbell Sr.: [A-Train takes phone] Oh, o- okay.

A-Train: He's fine. Remington Steele's almost on.

Hughie Campbell: A-Train, listen to me.

Marvin Milk: Oh, shit, if he's burned, then I'm fucked! [Runs to laptop]

Hughie Campbell: He's on fucking Medicaid. He's harmless. Let him go.

Marvin Milk: [Looking at phone] My place is burned. They've got me.

Marvin Milk: [Learns from laptop that his account is frozen] Oh, my God.

A-Train: Get your ass over here in 20 minutes, or I'm gonna burst through him like a fucking piñata, do you understand me? Just like I did your girlfriend.

Hughie Campbell: Yeah. Got it.

A-Train: And, Hughie, alone. If I catch a whiff, a whiff of one of your little asshole friends...

Hughie Campbell: I got it! [A-Train hangs up]

Prostitute: [On couch on top of him inserting her fingers into The Deep's abdominal gills] Oh, you little fucking freak. Oh, you like getting your fucking gills fingered?!

The Deep: Ow! Oh, God! Ow, ow! Oh, God!

Billy Butcher: [Opens washroom stall door to Mesmer sitting on toilet tank to hide from him] Having a good growler, are we?

Mesmer: How did you...?

Billy Butcher: I stuck a little bug on you back at that shithole of yours. 'Cause, you know, fuck you!

Mesmer: No... what did you expect me to do? It was Homelander!

Billy Butcher: [In flash back with Becca] You got to talk to me.

Mesmer: Wait, wait! No! I can help you!

Billy Butcher: [In flash back] Becca?

Mesmer: Your wife! 'Cause she's missing? I can help you find her! [Billy places both hands on sides of Mesmer's head] Please, I have a daughter! No! [Billy smashes Mesmer's face against sink basin repeatedly and then dumps him on floor]

Billy Butcher: [Opens door to Mallory] Don't want none, fuck off.

Mallory: I'm here about your wife. [Plays video on laptop for him] I believe this was a few days after you met Homelander at that Christmas party? She was alone with him for three hours. Not long after that, Rebecca went missing and has remained so ever since. One way or another, Mr. Butcher, I believe Homelander was involved.

Billy Butcher: Homelander? But he's a fucking superhero.

Mallory: You wouldn't believe what they get up to.

Billy Butcher: Who the fuck are you?

Mallory: [Displays ID badge] My name is Mallory. I'm the person who can get you payback.

Queen Maeve: Listen, if you... if you want to talk, I suppose we...

Starlight: No.

Queen Maeve: But would it kill you to make me one of those? You know, I had someone once. We were gonna get away, start a family.

Starlight: So what happened?

Queen Maeve: Well... Everyone always asks, what's our special weakness? Gamma rays? Iron daggers? Some ridiculous, stupid thing? The truth is, our weakness is the same as anyone's. It's people. The people we care about. So I say, cut them loose. For your good and for theirs. That way you're really bulletproof.

Homelander: [Walks up to Jonah tending to dogs in fountain garden] Dr. Vogelbaum. Surprise. Thought I'd drop in on you. You look well.

Jonah Vogelbaum: How long's it been, John?

Homelander: [Chuckles] Long enough that no one calls me John anymore. Mm. So, what are these? Uh... pets?

Jonah Vogelbaum: No, just breeding them. German retrievers. I try not to get too attached to my subjects.

Homelander: Hmm. Well, that's true. Seems retirement suits you.

Jonah Vogelbaum: Between this and 80-hour weeks at the lab, I'll take the lab. No contest.

Homelander: So, you ever, uh... catch up with any of the old gang from Vought?

Jonah Vogelbaum: Look, do you mind if we don't do this?

Homelander: Do what?

Jonah Vogelbaum: This cat and mouse bullshit. You want to know about Rebecca Butcher. You went to Stillwell about it because you knew that'd tip over the first domino. Well, it led to me. So just ask. I'll be honest.

Homelander: Well, that would be a first.

Jonah Vogelbaum: [Both seated in study room] Eight years ago... Stillwell called me with quite an interesting challenge. Rebecca Butcher had come to her with a... completely unprecedented medical condition.

Homelander: What condition?

Jonah Vogelbaum: [Rebecca lifts up shirt to Jonah in flashback] She was pregnant. [Rebecca's abdomen lights up] With your child.

Homelander: Pregnant? Wh... But I thought I couldn't.

Jonah Vogelbaum: So did I. Apparently, nature is tenacious. The fetus was developing unnaturally fast. We told her we'd deliver the baby safely at a secure location, but she had to sign an NDA. Couldn't tell anyone. Not even her husband. You can imagine the size of the potential scandal. [Flashback reveals Rebecca hemorrhaging profusively in birth] The birth was difficult. The baby clawed its way out of her. The blood loss... no one could have survived. She died on the table.

Homelander: A- And the baby?

Jonah Vogelbaum: Lived all of ten seconds. Drowned in its mother's blood.

Homelander: Was it a boy?

Jonah Vogelbaum: Does it matter?

Homelander: Why didn't you tell me?

Jonah Vogelbaum: [Gets up from chair] To protect you. That's always job one at Vought, isn't it? Protect our most profitable asset?

Homelander: So why are you telling me now?

Jonah Vogelbaum: You don't understand. The thing about cross-breeding dogs, you get the right genes, you can get a perfect creation. But it doesn't matter how perfect they are. It's not enough. When I raise subjects without their mothers, they become violent. Aggressive. Downright hateful. You should have been raised in a home with a family who loved you. Not in a cold lab with doctors.

Homelander: And yet, I turned out great.

Jonah Vogelbaum: When I think what it's done to you, and what you can now do to everyone else...

Homelander: I'm sorry. I don't want your fucking apology.

Jonah Vogelbaum: All this is my fault!

Homelander: What do you want?! What?! What do you want... forgiveness?! Now?! After you raised me like a fucking lab rat?

Jonah Vogelbaum: No. Too little, too late. I don't want anything from you, John. I'm just an old man, thinking about his mistakes. [Sighs]

Homelander: I am the world's greatest superhero.

Jonah Vogelbaum: You're my greatest failure.

Hughie Campbell: [On phone] Annie, are you okay?

Starlight: I have to see you.

Hughie Campbell: I, uh... I don't know. I don't think that's such a good idea.

Starlight: You have to make this make sense. Just you and me. You owe me that much.

Madelyn Stillwell: [In office room] I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm not following.

Susan Raynor: You and your corporation are fucked. Unequivocally, unilaterally fucked. How was that? Is that clearer for you? For the last half century, you have been feeding the American people the line that your superheroes are chosen by God. [Holds up vial of Compound V] I mean, I get it. Jamming illegal drugs into babies' arms... I mean, that doesn't quite have the same ring, and that's not even the worst. [Slides photo of Kimiko on table] What did you do to this one, and why?

Madelyn Stillwell: I've never seen her in my entire life.

Susan Raynor: Uh-huh.

Madelyn Stillwell: What do you want?

Susan Raynor: For starters, there are no superheroes in the U.S. Armed Forces.

Madelyn Stillwell: The bill's already gone down to the floor. They're gonna vote on it any day now.

Susan Raynor: And you're pulling it. Retooling the concept for internal development.

Madelyn Stillwell: I don't give a shit, but the deal is dead.

Susan Raynor: And we're gonna go back to status quo, where we're the government and the military, and you're just assholes running around in your capes.

Madelyn Stillwell: And if we refuse?

Susan Raynor: Everything goes public. Corruption story of the century. Vought shares go to zero. The civil suits, criminal prosecution, and you go bankrupt, and your cute little suit goes to a lovely shade of orange for 15 to 30.

Michaela: [Hands her a device] Ms. Raynor?

Susan Raynor: Thank you, Michaela. [Glances at device] We're done here. [Gets up and walks away]

Madelyn Stillwell: Everything okay, I hope?

Susan Raynor: [Walks into operations monitoring room] Someone tell me what the hell is going on?

Operations Agent: About 12 minutes ago, Navy SEALs took out Abu Ressam about 15 mile outside of Damascus.

Susan Raynor: Right, as planned. So what's the problem?

Operations Agent: Watch.

Navy SEALs on screen: [Navy SEALs opening fire on a man in an operation] We got two. [Navy SEALs open fire on two men] Nice eye. Stop. That's our guy. Light him up. [Navy SEALs open fire on a man with arms raised]

Susan Raynor: Great. The prick behind Flight 37 is dead. What am I missing?

Operations Agent: Just wait.

Navy SEALs on screen: Step inside.

Operations Agent: Watch this.

Navy SEALs on screen: [Naqib walks into room] We got movement! Hey! Hey! Get down! Hey! Get down! Get down, motherfucker! Don't fucking move! I said get down!

Susan Raynor: [Notices chest tattoo] What the fuck does that say? "Naqib."

Navy SEALs on screen: Hey! Freeze, motherfucker! Kill him!

Operations Agent: That's not all. [Naqib bursts into ball of light and detonates building then walks out unscathed]

Susan Raynor: How is that son of a bitch still alive?

Operations Agent: "Naqib" means "Captain." We believe it's his... Supe name.

Susan Raynor: Are you telling me they have a Supe terrorist?

Hughie Campbell: [Sits on bench besides in city park] Look, Annie, I-I...

Starlight: Did you kill Translucent?

Hughie Campbell: It's- it's... it's not that simple.

Starlight: And you haven't been using me to get back at A-Train? Y... you're a murderer.

Hughie Campbell: We didn't have a choice.

Starlight: There is always a choice!

Hughie Campbell: [She grabs him and starts pulling him] Wait! Aah! What- what are you doing?!

Starlight: I'm taking you in!

Hughie Campbell: What... No! Annie, hold on!

Starlight: To the cops! At least they'll treat you better than The Seven would!

Hughie Campbell: Just listen to me! Listen to me, okay?! I know this is so fucked!

Starlight: You were the only thing, Hughie! You were the only thing that I could count on!

Hughie Campbell: I'm still me, Annie! Please! You know me!

Starlight: I don't know you. Never did.

Hughie Campbell: If you bring me in, I'm dead before sunrise!

Starlight: No. Vought will want to string you up for a long trial. Lots of press. The guy who killed Translucent.

Hughie Campbell: This isn't about Translucent. Okay? This is about Compound V.

Starlight: Compound V?

Hughie Campbell: It's this drug. It, um... It gives the Supes their powers. Vought will do anything to cover it up.

Starlight: N... No. What? Wha...? What are you talking about? We're born like this.

Hughie Campbell: I'm so sorry. [Notices sniper red dot on her chest] Annie... Annie! Annie, watch out! [She gets shot and falls down]

Billy Butcher: [With a sniper rifle] Fucking run, Hughie! [She attempts to sit up and he shoots her again]

Hughie Campbell: [To her] I'm so sorry!

Billy Butcher: Get the fuck away from her! [Hugh runs at Billy] What the fuck were you thinking, coming here?!

Hughie Campbell: [Runs past Billy] I didn't ask for your help!

Billy Butcher: [Runs along Hugh] Yeah. Looked like you had it all under control!

"You Found Me" [1.08]

Donna January: [Walks into kitchen with Starlight at table] Oh! Annie! You scared me! You didn't say you were coming!

Starlight: I hid this under my floorboards right after Daddy left. I thought that maybe he would come back for it, but... Still smells like him.

Donna January: It was a bad habit. His father smoked a pipe, so, you know... [walks over to coffee maker]

Starlight: What's Compound V?

Donna January: Uh, Compound V? I don't know, sweetheart. Should I?

Starlight: [Walks over] How old was I?

Donna January: Hmm?

Starlight: How old was I when you let Vought pump me full of drugs?

Donna January: Annie, honestly, I don't know what you're talk...

Starlight: How old, when you let them turn me into a freak?

Donna January: You're not a freak! Never say that!

Starlight: So it's true.

Donna January: Annie...

Starlight: [Has panic attack] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Donna January: Did, did Vought tell you all this?

Starlight: No. No. A friend told me. How much did they pay you?

Donna January: It wasn't about money.

Starlight: HOW... MUCH?!

Donna January: There was no money. They, they, they just paid for the medical bills, that's it. I did it because they, they promised that you'd have a chance at an extraordinary life. To be strong and successful and special. I mean, who wouldn't want that for their... [reaches to stroke her head and she slaps Donna's hand off]

Starlight: You made me think that I was chosen by God!

Donna January: You were! God brought Vought into our lives. He made this possible.

Starlight: BULLSHIT! YOU DID! And then you controlled every single minute of it! You woke me up at 5:00 a.m. to train for those stupid pageants, and the tap dancing and the tae kwon do! I gave up every moment of my life!

Donna January: I- I... and I was happy to do it! This was our dream!

Starlight: This was your dream! I never got a chance to choose my own dreams. No wonder I don't know who the fuck I'm supposed to be!

Donna January: Annie.

Starlight: Was it really bad investments?

Donna January: What?

Starlight: You told me that Daddy left because he lost all of our savings.

Donna January: He agreed to all of it.

Starlight: And then, one day, he... he didn't, so he walked out on us. Maybe he didn't want to lie to me.

Donna January: So, I'm the monster?! You have a good life! [Starlight sighs and walks to front door] People would give anything to be what you are! [Donna grabs her arm] I thought I did what was right! Annie...! [Starlight walks out front door]

Grace Mallory: [Walks up with Hugh to Grace peering through binoculars at her Adirondack residence] William.

Billy Butcher: What are you looking a out there?

Grace Mallory: Eastern meadowlarks. It was either bird-watching or alcoholism, so... birds. I thought we agreed that you were never going to come out here.

Billy Butcher: Yeah, well, you taught me a thing or two about broken promises. Didn't you? This is Hugh Campbell. We're working with M.M. and Frenchie. I got the Boys back together.

Grace Mallory: Grace Mallory. I'm the founder of your little club.

Hughie Campbell: [Extends a handshake] You're, uh... [Grace unreciprocates and Hugh awkwardly pulls back hand]

Grace Mallory: So, let me hear it.

Billy Butcher: I need your help.

Grace Mallory: Sorry, I can't. I'm hoping to photograph a snowy owl in the dunes.

Billy Butcher: Look... I didn't want to come here, but I need your help. And you're going to fucking help.

Grace Mallory: Why's that?

Billy Butcher: Because you owe me. You fucking owe me, goddamn it.

Grace Mallory: There's simply nothing else to say. I can't help you.

Billy Butcher: Well, you're gonna have to do better than that.

Grace Mallory: Do I? Why?

Billy Butcher: 'Cause you made me a promise.

Grace Mallory: But then my grandchildren got incinerated. Tends to change one's perspective. There weren't even teeth left, Lamplighter had burnt them alive so thoroughly. Well, I think I've had enough sun for one day. Pleasure meeting you, Hugh. Butcher.

Billy Butcher: Well, what about what you've done?

Grace Mallory: What I've done? To who?

Billy Butcher: To me, goddamn it. To me. You trained me up, manipulated me, aimed me at Homelander like a fucking howitzer. And then when it didn't suit you anymore, you just threw me away.

Grace Mallory: And not a day goes by I don't regret it.

Billy Butcher: Day late, dollar short, love. Now, I'm going to finish what you started, and I need your help. Please. You can leave with something, if you never come back and you keep your goddamn promise this time.

Grace Mallory: Madelyn Stillwell.

Billy Butcher: Vought's VP?

Grace Mallory: Homelander's her main account.

Billy Butcher: Yeah, that ain't news.

Grace Mallory: [Chuckles] No, but this is: They have a... what shall we say? a very special relationship. Complicated, intimate, hard to quantify.

Billy Butcher: And you know this how?

Grace Mallory: Still have a few fingers in a few pies. I don't know if Homelander has a weakness, but if he does, she'll know it.

Billy Butcher: Good-bye, Grace. [Walks away with Hugh following]

Grace Mallory: You want to kill yourself, that's your right... I won't stop you... but, Billy, not the others. [Hugh stops and turns] Vengeance isn't a path to glory, Hugh. It's a one-way ticket to a dead end, looking at fucking birds!

[Frenchie and Marvin Milk are sitting on the floor of their cell]

Frenchie: You know, in Medieval times they locked prisoners inside a pillory barrel, and they kneel in their own excrement until they got sepsis and died, so...

Marvin Milk: Thank you, Frenchie, for that disgusting yet fascinating piece of trivia.

Frenchie: I'm just saying, it could be worse, no?

Queen Maeve: [Finds Starlight throwing up in the bathroom] You want me to hold your hair back?

Starlight: Don't touch. Leave me alone, I'm not in the mood.

Queen Maeve: Not in the mood for what?

Starlight: Your bottomless casual cruelty. So just make whatever shitty comment you're gonna make and then go. [Pause]

Queen Maeve: [Holds up her wrist] Look.

Starlight: What am I supposed to be looking at?

Queen Maeve: My radius never healed straight. I really did break every bone in my right arm.

Starlight: What?

Queen Maeve: Stopping that bus from falling. You said the marketing guys made it up. It was me. 23-year old, bright-eyed, ass you could bounce a quarter off of me. I really did want to make a difference. I really did care. I was just like you. And then I started giving pieces of myself away, and I guess I gave away everything. So you know what? Be... just be original. For fuck's sake. My position is already taken. Be the annoying, goody two-shoes asshole that you are. One of us has to be.

Hughie Campbell: You came.

Starlight: Like you said, I'm a fucking superhero.

Grace Mallory: Vengeance isn't a path to glory. It's a one-way ticket to a dead end.

The Deep: So, when?

Jeff: When what?

The Deep: When do I ship out?

Jeff: Oh. Gosh... you know that water park's opening up a new splash zone, and... and they are real excited to have you cut that ribbon...

The Deep: You know, I'm seriously leaving, Jeff. Fuck Ohio.

Jeff: [Sheepishly] Here's the sitch: I talked to the guys in New York. And you're not... so much... leaving.

The Deep: [Stunned] What?

Jeff: They didn't share details. But, hey, the boys in marketing have created a primo tag for you: the Savior of Sandusky! That has a nice ring, doesn't it?

[While locked in a cell]

Marvin Milk: Did they get Butcher too?

Hughie Campbell: No.

Frenchie: They had you separated? When? When?

Hughie Campbell: Well, um... he went after Homelander. But I-I came to save you. Yay.

Marvin Milk: So, you came here. You meant to come here. Without Butcher.

Hughie Campbell: Yeah.

Frenchie: [Genuinely impressed] C'est incroyable. [He grabs Hughie and kisses him on both cheeks] Never has a man thrown his life away so... completely like you've thrown yours away today. No. No, I mean, you rescuing us is the most useless, futile gesture I can think of!

Hughie Campbell: Yeah, I-I got it.

Frenchie: Unbelievable!

Homelander: You promised me no more lies. You fucking promised me. You and Vogelbaum should have got your stories straight. They were so close! So fucking close, but there was a few little details that were different. So I went back to Vogelbaum, and I managed to squeeze the truth out of him. The real truth. [Stillwell starts to cry] Yes, that's it.

Madelyn Stillwell: I'm so sorry. I never should have lied to you. I know now that you don't need to be protected. I'm so sorry. Will you please take Teddy back upstairs?

Homelander: Did you ever really care about me?

Madelyn Stillwell: You mean everything to me.

Homelander: No. No, no. I mean everything to your job. You care more about that fucking baby than you do about me.

Madelyn Stillwell: No. I love you. I love you, I love you. I swear I love you.

Homelander: But? [Stillwell hesitates] Tell me the truth, or I walk out right now.

Madelyn Stillwell: [quietly] I'm scared. I'm scared of you.

Homelander: What?

Madelyn Stillwell: I said I'm scared.

Homelander: Of?

Madelyn Stillwell: Of you. I'm scared of you.

Homelander: [Tenderly] Thank you. Thank you for finally being honest. [Homelander kills Stillwell]

A-Train: Hughie... you killed the only woman I ever loved.

Hughie Campbell: I didn't kill her.

A-Train: [Sweating, breathing heavily] I know... I did... But it was your fault... [collapses]

Hughie Campbell: Shit! It's out! It's out, what do I do?

Frenchie: Take this. Take it! Reload!

Hughie Campbell: What the fuck do I know about reloading?

Starlight: Turn around and walk away.

Billy Butcher: Eyes fucking front, Hughie.

Starlight: That's not saving you. That's just being there.

Marvin Milk: Get up in there, Frenchie.

Stan Edgar: Get used to the view from 82.

Homelander: All clear boys. Mission accomplished.

Madelyn Stillwell: Oh, sweet boy. My special, special sweet boy.

Homelander: Howdy boys.

Homelander: You are dark, and I kinda like it.

Homelander: Bro, she came on to me.

Homelander: Time to get up. C'mon, you're gonna love this.

Homelander: We are a family.

Homelander: Did it ever occur to you that a supe terrorist showing up exactly when we needed him to is a pretty fucking incredible coincidence? It's almost like someone planned it.

Homelander: Sequel after sequel after sequel.