The Boys (TV series)/Season 2

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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 Big Ride" [2.01]

Take out deliverer: [In corporate executive board room] Baby kale salad?

Stan Edgar: I'm on page 134. Chain of command doesn't apply to other military contractors in the field; I don't see why it should apply to us.

Take out deliverer: Caprese sandwich?

Robert Singer: Well, when they're in actual combat, whom exactly do your heroes report to?

Stan Edgar: Same person as always. Me.

Take out deliverer: Spicy chicken cilantro wrap?

Stan Edgar: Subheading 16. We need a top secret, Yankee White designation for Compound V.

Robert Singer: Come on, Stan. Only one man okays that. You want to stroll into the Oval Office and start barking orders?

Stan Edgar: Hell yes. Half our own heroes don't know they have Compound V in their veins. You want China finding out?

Robert Singer: This one: "Best efforts to limit collateral damage"?

Stan Edgar: We'd prefer stronger wording. That's standard language for our New York contract. L.A., Chicago.

Robert Singer: Exactly what casualty allowance are we looking at here?

Stan Edgar: Officially? Zero, of course. But cone of silence? 34%.

Take out deliverer: Veggie frittata?

Subordinate: [Hands him a shirt] Maybe "By The Power of My Holy Fire"?

Naqib: [Read shirt] That's too wordy. We want a catch phrase that is catchy. [Hands back shirt] How about... "Burn in Truth!"

Subordinate: That is a good catch phrase. I think that... [gets killed by Noir]

Naqib: [Turns around and detonates] BURN IN TRUTH!

TV Chris Hansen: But that's exactly what William Butcher did. He murdered Vought Vice President Madelyn Stillwell using upwards of 30 pounds of C-4. Why would William Butcher do it? Disgruntled, perhaps, over his deceased wife, a former Vought employee. And why was Madelyn Stillwell's baby found safe in a yard 17 miles away? It is a puzzle.

Frenchie: Where is Monsieur Charcuter? Why hasn't he called?

Hugh Campbell: Who cares?

Frenchie: He could be dead. [Chortles] No. No. He's too much of an asshole to die. [Marvin Milk shushes]

TV Chris Hansen: [The faces of Marvin, Hugh and Frenchie are displayed with names except Frenchie's] ...or any of his known associates... Marvin Milk, Hugh Campbell, or this man, whose real identity is unknown... Please call 1-888-0-CRIMES.

Marvin Milk: [Turns off TV frustatedly] Christ. We gotta get out of here, now.

Frenchie: Good passports do not come cheap. I sell the RPGs, smuggle in the Kalashnikovs. We have enough money. That's it. Where will you go, Petit Hughie?

Marvin Milk: Could just stay here. With Frenchie's gangbanger friends. The cots, they got 31 flavors of semen on them. You'll love 'em.

Frenchie: Oh, and you have a better idea? No, maybe we can stay, all of us, in your mother's asshole.

Hugh Campbell: Or... maybe we could not run.

Frenchie: You are like a record that is broken.

Hugh Campbell: Well, we shouldn't just give up. Guys, we get some Compound V, we-we bring it to The New York Times, we burn Vought to the ground.

Marvin Milk: You got some V, Hughie? 'Cause I don't.

Hugh Campbell: We could... get some. Someone could help us get it.

Frenchie: And who might that be? You did not hear the television? We are famous now! Butcher even more so.

Hugh Campbell: Fuck Butcher! We don't need him!

Frenchie: A-Team had Hannibal. Dirty Dozen, Lee Marvin. Beatles, Brian Epstein.

Hugh Campbell: We don't need Butcher!

Frenchie: Okay, who's going to be our captain? You?

Hugh Campbell: I mean, guys, just- just- just hear me out...

Marvin Milk: [Gets up and walking up to Hugh] SHUT... THE fuck... UP! [Up close to Hugh's face, whispering] This... is... over.

Homelander: [Giving speech at Translucent] Today I can report to the American people that Black Noir has conducted an operation killing the Super Terrorist known as Naqib. But that doesn't mean sacrifices won't still be made. The proof of that, sadly... lies before us. For today, we mourn a fallen member of The Seven. Translucent. Murdered in cold blood by the cartel Super Terrorist El Diablo. Before he left, Translucent said to me... Almost as if he knew something was gonna happen, he said... "Hey, Homelander. Tell my son Maverick that I love him." And he also said, "You find those Super Terrorists..." Well, Super Villains is really the only term, but he said, "You find them, Homelander. And you stop them." So I say to you, Maverick... and to all the sons and daughters of this great nation, I will stop them. I will save you. I'll do it for you. For America. And for a dear... dear old friend. Goodbye, brother. And thank you.

The Deep: [Watching commercial on tv in a drinking establishment with himself rendered invisible in superhero costume] Hey, that's my shoulder!

Bartender: What?!

The Deep: Right there. That's my fucking shoulder, they... They cut me from the picture! They can't... can't just cut me from the fucking picture! They can't cut me out!

Bartender: Okay! That's enough! Time to go!

The Deep: Just get me another fucking lava flow, please!

Bartender: I said it's time to go, or I call TMZ!

Ashley Barrett: [Walks in on Homelander tasting breast milk in a Vought headquarters space under renovation] Homelander, hi.

Homelander: Ashley. Glad to see you're, uh, making yourself at home.

Ashley Barrett: Yeah. Renovation is definitely overdue. It's like 2003 called, they want their office back.

Ashley Barrett: Oh, good news. I think I found a hero. Perfect candidate to replace Translucent.

Homelander: Really?

Ashley Barrett: Mm-hmm.

Homelander: So soon?

Ashley Barrett: He's in the gym right now. You want to meet him?

Homelander: Do I? Lead the way. [Leads Homelander into gym with Blindspot exercising] That's Blindspot, right?

Ashley Barrett: A differently abled member of The Seven. We're gonna poll through the roof with millennials. Inclusion's a big priority to them right now.

Homelander: Amazing.

Ashley Barrett: And then I think we find an ethnic or female or, fingers crossed, an ethnic female to replace the Deep, and we're golden.

Blindspot: [Walks up] Homelander, wow, you're... it's- it's an honor, sir.

Homelander: Wait. Hold on. You can tell it's me?

Blindspot: Mm-hmm.

Homelander: Wow. That's- that's impressive. You don't need super eyes when you have super ears. Can I just say, that is amazing. And you, my friend, are a true hero. Not because of what you do for a job, but... Well, because of what you've overcome.

Blindspot: Thank you. That means everything coming from you.

Homelander: Aw, stop it. Come on. Hey, guys, um, I just have one question, if that's okay.

Blindspot: Yeah.

Homelander: Yeah?

Blindspot: Yeah.

Homelander: All right, so... what happens if, uh, I don't know, I do this? [Uses power to pierce Blindspot's inner ears having him on floor screaming and bleeding] And now you're just another useless fuckin' blind guy. This must be some kind of a joke. Ashley... What made you think I would ever allow a cripple into The Seven? For fuck sakes, Ashley, don't look at him, look at me! Ashley! Look at me!

Ashley Barrett: Sorry. Sorry.

Homelander: Let's get one thing straight. The only reason you're here and not doing corporate PR for fucking Diva Cups is that I brought you here. You are dispensable, which means you answer to me.

Ashley Barrett: Okay. Okay.

Homelander: From now on, I will set my own agenda, I'll approve my own marketing and write my own talking points. You will tell me everything that goes on, on the 99th floor, and I mean everything. Every call, e-mail, group chat. If a fucking light bulb goes out, you will tell me. And, Ashley, in no fucking way do you decide who goes in The Seven. I decide. Do we have an understanding?

Ashley Barrett: Yes.

Gecko: [In motel room with client and hands him a machete] Okay. So, what's your poison? You a leg guy? [Lays arm on table]

Client: Uh, d... a-an arm, please, actually. 400? Um, d-do you want me to, uh, s-saw or-or chop or...?

Gecko: Whatever floats your boat, tiger.

Client: [Chops off Gecko's arm with multiple chops with Starlight recording in window with phone] Holy shit. Holy shit! Holy shit! Thank you. That was so... I- I can keep the arm, right?

Gecko: Yeah, just keep it refrigerated. For an extra grand, I'll let you chop off my dick.

Client: Where's the closest ATM?

Frenchie: [Holds origami folding from Kimiko] Did you make this? [Kimiko writes on a sheet of paper] You wrote something. "Boy." What boy? I do not understand. What boy? [Kimiko crumples paper in frustration, throws it on ground and walks away]

Hugh Campbell: [To Frenchie] Okay, so?

Frenchie: They were wired the money from a blind account to smuggle the bastard in. Cold trail.

Hugh Campbell: Amazing fucking friends of yours.

Frenchie: I never said they were my friends, huh? I only said we will be... safe here.

Hugh Campbell: Okay, okay, all right. What do we do?

Marvin Milk: [Working on Vermont country dollhouse] Oh, you just call 911.

Hugh Campbell: What, an anonymous tip? Yeah, I'm sure that'll go straight to the mayor. You saw that video. What if he does that to- to an airplane? Or the fucking Brooklyn Bridge?

Marvin Milk: So, what's your big plan, Hughie?

Hugh Campbell: Okay, the CIA lady, right?

Marvin Milk: Rayner.

Hugh Campbell: Right, the same CIA that wants to clamp our nuts into some jumper cables.

Frenchie: We could call Butcher.

Hugh Campbell: For the last time, we don't need Butcher.

Frenchie: Then what?

Hugh Campbell: We should... call Annie.

Marvin Milk: "Call Annie." [Scoffs and turns around] Annie?

Hugh Campbell: Yeah.

Marvin Milk: [Gets up and menaces Hugh having him walk backwards] You mean Starlight? 'Cause that's who she is. Vought has her phone so bugged... they're praying that you do that. [Realizes] Oh, no. You fucking called her?

Hugh Campbell: No, no. I'm not, I'm not stupid, okay? I texted her.

Marvin Milk: Oh, fuck.

Hugh Campbell: And then we met up, but we're getting some Compound V.

Marvin Milk: [Grabs Hugh and slams him against wall] Fuck you, Hughie! Are you fucking crazy?!

Frenchie: [Lunges in between] M.M., easy! Are you fucking crazy?!

Hugh Campbell: We were careful!

Marvin Milk: What the fuck are you doing?!

Hugh Campbell: We used burner... we used burner phones!

Marvin Milk: Kid, you don't get it! They could've been following you. They could be watching us right fucking now! If you're the fucking reason why I can't finish that Vermont country dollhouse, I will fucking end you!

Hugh Campbell: You've been walking around for days like you want to kick my ass, so do it already!

Marvin Milk: [Walks away] Goddamn it! Shit! I don't want to kick your ass, Hughie. I just don't want to get dragged back into this shit, all right? I want to get home to my wife and my kid. That's it. If I still can.

Hugh Campbell: This guy could kill a lot of people!

Marvin Milk: Hughie... let somebody else handle it, okay?

Hugh Campbell: There's no one else! No one's coming to save us!

Marvin Milk: You don't get it. You are not a soldier. You're not a spy. You're just a kid that sells stereo equipment.

Hugh Campbell: No, I don't! I don't have a job! Or Robin. Or my dad. Or Annie. One way or another, they all, uh... Now all I have is this. [Gestures to place] This. Which is really fucking depressing, but it's true. So, maybe I can't be Lee Marvin. But I can be Harry Potter. Or, uh... you know, John Connor or- or- or what's her name from The Hunger Games. Katniss. Yeah, the point is I could be the person that nobody thinks is awesome, but it turns out they're kind of fucking awesome. M.M. Listen, we help the CIA lady, she could help you maybe get back to your family. Did you ever think of that?

Starlight: [Walks into diner to meet Gecko] Gecko?

Gecko: Is that you? Starlight? I mean, Annie, hi.

Starlight: Hi.

Gecko: Oh, my God, hi! [They hug] Look at you, big-time Seven hero.

Starlight: [Humbly] Oh, shut up.

Gecko: You know, I- I work in Vought Tower at the, uh, labs on-on 67?

Starlight: Oh, you don't say?

Gecko: I see your posters everywhere. They're marketing the shit out of you. [She scoffs] I'm happy for you, really. [Gestures to table] Buy you some coffee?

Starlight: [Laughs at waiter pouring her a cup] Thank you.

Gecko: Yeah, at the, uh, Capes for Christ Bible Camp, yes, totally. Mm-hmm, that Passion play we put on?

Starlight: You were the best Jesus.

Gecko: I mean, no one's gonna take a nail through the hand like I can.

Starlight: And Big Game was Pontius Pilate. Oh, my God, those freckles. You know he wanted to make out with me?

Gecko: Pontius Pilate and Mary hooking up?

Starlight: Mm-hmm.

Gecko: Ooh, "sacri-licious."

Starlight: Yeah, we never did.

Gecko: Why not? He was so cute.

Starlight: Yeah, it just, it was what Ezekiel always said. And my mom, too. That God is watching over you, every second. You know, I thought that He was watching us, and I thought that He'd be upset.

Gecko: Yeah, it's a, it's a messed up thing to tell a kid.

Starlight: Yeah. But looking back? I should've made out with Big Game. I should've done a lot more stuff. Because... there is nothing up there. There's nobody in the sky watching over us. Not God, not Homelander. Not anybody. It's all just... lies.

Starlight: I need a favor.

Gecko: Yeah. Yeah, anything for a Bible Camp alum.

Starlight: I need you to go into the labs on 67, and steal me a sample of Compound V.

Gecko: Um... I, uh... I don't, I don't know what that is.

Starlight: Ah, see? Another lie. I know how we're made. And it is not Jesus.

Gecko: I can't. I mean, it's impossible. I'm a nobody there. I'm a lab rat. They cut off my limbs and they grow back. I can't get you...

Starlight: You have to. [Holds out phone playing video of him in motel room with client] Or I put this on Facebook tonight. Gecko, former teen star of Vought Summertime Clubhouse, working as an S&M hooker as a side hustle? I'm sure inquiring minds will want to know.

Secretary: [Homelander burst into Stan's office] Mr. Edgar, I'm sorry, I...

Stan Edgar: That's all right, Samantha.

Homelander: Busy day.

Stan Edgar: Morning, Homelander. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Homelander: Well, you never come up to 99. So, figured I'd pay you a visit. What a lovely idea. [Chuckles] Right? After all, you run a superhero company, and, uh, you never check in with your superheroes, do you? Like, uh... oh, I don't know... around the hiring of that girl, for example.

Stan Edgar: You wished to be consulted on Stormfront?

Homelander: Well, why not? I signed off on all the rest. I'm the leader of The Seven.

Stan Edgar: For which you have my undying respect.

Homelander: See, I don't think I do. No. Not even Madelyn would've dared to try and pull this kind of shit.

Stan Edgar: Of course you know how important you are to everyone at Vought.

Homelander: No, no. Stan. I am Vought. You show my photo to some illiterate fucking camel jockey in the middle of the Sahara, he's gonna turn around and say, "Homelander," in perfect American. [Sits down] You know what? My contract's up, end of this year. Maybe it's time I, uh, [props up feet on coffee table] move on. How do you think your shareholders would feel about that?

Stan Edgar: What do you know about Frederick Vought?

Homelander: Excuse me?

Stan Edgar: Frederick. Vought. Our esteemed founder.

Homelander: Well, I don't know, um, not a lot, probably. I only read his autobiography... five times? Not the self-serving bullshit that we peddle to the shareholders, the real story. Enlighten me.

Stan Edgar: Got his doctorate from Munich. Ahead of his time in genetics. Such the rising young star that in '39, Hitler appointed him chief physician at Dachau, where he enjoyed a ready supply of human subjects on which to test his earliest iterations of Compound V. For which we condemn in the strongest of possible terms. Early in '44, he felt the winds change, got spirited away to the Allies. When Oppenheimer was flailing with the bomb, Dr. Vought already had practical applications of Compound V tested in the field. Heroes like Soldier Boy, killing Germans by the dozen. So, Roosevelt pardoned him, and he became as Wonder Bread American as Disney and Edison. Well, this is a truly fascinating, if not slightly condescending lecture, but, um...

Homelander: I don't think I see the point, Stan.

Stan Edgar: The point is... that you are under a misconception that we are a superhero company. We are not. What we are, really, is a pharmaceutical company. And you are not our most valuable asset. That would be our confidential formula for Compound V. Which you, man-child that you are, released into the wild.

Homelander: [slight scoff] Don't know what you're talking about.

Stan Edgar: Well, let me remind you. You slipped Compound V to terrorists all over the globe to get you and your cronies into national defense. But maybe at the cost of destroying the whole company.

Homelander: [slams table and approaches, venom in his tone] I don't think I appreciate your tone, sir. Not much at all.

Stan Edgar: And I don't appreciate that the FDA now knows about Compound V, or that it's only a matter of time before the public finds out. While you're preening at the Golden Globes, we're busy, running around like maniacs trying to clean up the mess you made. I don't have to consult you about Stormfront or anything else. Now... I believe you have a premiere of Tek-Knight Lives to go to?

"Proper Preparation and Planning" [2.02]

Voice: Hey.

The Deep: Eagle?

Voice: Hey! In here. Open up. [The Deep unzips suit realizes his abdominal gills are talking] Bro, we got to talk. [The Deep zips suit back up] No, you got to look at us!

The Deep: [Whispers] No.

Gills: Look at us!

The Deep: Okay.

Gills: Remember Melissa Dabrowski, the kindergarten teacher you fingerbanged backstage at the VH1 Educator Awards?

The Deep: So what?

Gills: You were supposed to present her with Teacher of the Year, but you bailed while she was pulling her panties back on.

The Deep: Yeah, because she laughed at me.

Gills: Okay, bullshit. She just put her hands on your chest. You never even unzipped your suit. She would have laughed. Because that's what you do. You imagine women will laugh at us, so you humiliate them first.

The Deep: No, that's- that's not true.

Gills: You can't accept your own body, so you violate theirs.

The Deep: [Stammers, then repeatedly] Shut the fuck up...!

Gills: Melissa Dabrowski was more than just another fingerbang, you know?

The Deep: [Repeatedly x9] No... it's not fucking happening. It's not fucking real.

Gills: Ah, the way she looked at you. She was sweet, smart. Girl like that, you could've been happy. You deserve to be loved.

The Deep: [Sighs] Don't fuck with me.

Gills: You deserve to be loved, Kevin. But that starts with you.

The Deep: Don't fuck with me!

Gills: Take a look. A real look. Go on.

The Deep: [Looking at himself with mirror] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm the ugly one.

Gills: No.

The Deep: Yes. On the inside.

Gills: You just don't see what I see.

Hughie Campbell: Who is the contact? What is their actual name?

Billy Butcher: You'll love it.

Hughie Campbell: No, I won't. I won't love it, I never love it. Never fucking love it!

"Over the Hill with the Swords of a Thousand Men" [2.03]

Frenchie: [After he discover their boat is stolen] I thought you said this boat belongs to a friend.

Billy Butcher: Well, a stranger is just a friend you ain't met yet.

A-Train: We're going to lose everything. Cars, houses. Bonuses.

Starlight: There are more important things.

A-Train: You know, the only people that say that are the people who grew up with money.

Billy Butcher: [To Homelander] Oi, cunt!

Homelander: [turns to see him] William? [chuckles] What a surprise! Hey- Y'know I had a great breakfast with your wife this morning? Pancakes. Mm, de-licious.

Butcher: Yeah?...Eat this, motherfucker. [rubble and debris then falls on Homelander]

Hughie Campbell: [Leaving a message for Annie] Hey, uh, Annie, it's me again. I was just wondering, have you ever seen the music video for that Billy Joel song "You're Only Human"? There's this kid and he's climbing up a bridge and he's-he's gonna kill himself, but then Billy Joel steps out with his harmonica and tells him stop, you just have to wait for your second wind, and now I-I feel like I'm-I'm that kid and I'm gonna drown, and... and thank God I found my second wind because it's-it's you. You're my second wind. Um, look, I know it's exciting, uh, taking down Vought and being like James Bond and everything, but you've got to be careful, because that stuff can go to shit really quick... and you wind up hurting the people that... you love. Like the way that I hurt you. Um... Anyhoo... that's all I wanted to say. Second wind. Um, okay, thanks. Bye.

Starlight: Uh, who invited you? Exactly?

The Deep: Starlight. Look, what I did was unforgivable. I'm going to do whatever in my power to renew my light. Not just for you, but for all the female people that I've offended.

Stormfront: Renew your light? Did you just fucking join The Church of the Collective?

The Deep: Maybe.

Stormfront: You're an idiot.

The Deep: Hey, easy on the religious persecution. OK new girl? Starlight, maybe one day you can welcome me back into the Seven. I know my road is long and hard.

Starlight: Are you serious? There is no FUCKING way you're coming back!

The Deep: There's no need for language.

[After colliding and penetrating through a beached sperm whale]

Billy Butcher: [spits out whale blood] Fuckin' diabolical!

"Nothing Like It in the World" [2.04]

Marvin Milk: [Turns off radio after Starlight and Hugh enthusiastically lipsync to Billy Joel's We Didn't Start the Fire with Hugh banging on vehicle roof] Hey, hey! This ain't no little Vegas road trip, okay?! Y'all ain't on no date, either! Just... chill. I'm not your goddamn chaperone!

Woman interviewee: They say if you love someone, you should set them free. But that seems crazy to me, because if you love someone, you will never let them go. Never. Have you heard of the Lovers of Valdaro? They were alive, like, 6,000 years ago, and they were found in this tomb in Italy. These two skeletons with their arms around each other. That's love.

Elizabeth: [Being interviewed] Like, my last boyfriend was obsessed with Ed Sheeran. Yeah, I know. But he was obsessed. "Shape of You," "Galway Girl," whole catalog. So, he asked me to get one of these with him. [Pulls down sweater sleeve to reveal an Ed Sheeran tattoo] Two weeks later, he broke up with me. I fucking hate Ed Sheeran.

Starlight: [Eating doughnut in diner] Hmm.

Marvin Milk: You two want a room? [She stares cluelessly] You and the doughnut.

Starlight: Oh. I'm sorry. It's just, um, my mom never let me have this stuff.

Marvin Milk: Hmm.

Starlight: It's just... Weight gain in our household was a capital crime. But my dad, um, he'd take me to Dunkin' on the sly. And he would get me a chocolate cream-filled doughnut, and he'd ask me to tell him about my day. And he'd... he'd listen.

Marvin Milk: Baskin-Robbins. Every Sunday after church. My pops, he'd always ask for samples. Now, this place had 31 flavors, and that man would taste each and every flavor every time we'd go up in there. There'd be a line all the way out the door. People would be mad as hell. Yelling. Cussing. "Yo, my man, get your fucking ice cream and bounce!" You think that stopped him? Hell, nah. He would stand right there and order another sample. "Can I please try the Jamoca Almond Fudge, please?" My ass was so embarrassed. I'd be sitting there, wishing the floor would just open up and just swallow me whole. Man. 'Course, now I'd give a year off my life just to be able to see that man going through spoon after spoon just one last time.

Starlight: When did he...?

Marvin Milk: 16 years ago. [toasting] To fathers and sugar.

Starlight: To fathers and sugar.

[Marvin and Starlight are leaving diner]

Marvin Milk: [Repeatedly x7] Whoa... Are you dry wiping?

Starlight: Am I what?

Marvin Milk: Come here. [Gets wet wipes from vehicle] Listen, any part of your body, and I mean any part...

Starlight: Hmm-mm.

Marvin Milk: When you dry wipe, you're not cleaning anything. You're just smearing shit all over your skin.

Hugh Campbell: Is that an Almond Joy?

Starlight: Mm-hmm.

Hugh Campbell: Nobody likes Almond Joy. Jeffrey Dahmer... that's it, he's the only one.

Starlight: This in my top three for sure.

Hugh Campbell: What are your other two?

Starlight: Mm... Charleston Chew... and Bit-O-Honey.

Hugh Campbell: Jesus Christ! Those are the, like, three worst candy bars in the history of candy! That's it, you're-you're sick. In the brain.

Starlight: Hey, what's up with M.M.'s OCD (Obsessive–compulsive disorder)?

Hugh Campbell: Wait, what- what OCD? You know, when he changes lanes, he taps the steering wheel three times.

Starlight: He stirs the coffee three times. The antiseptic wipes... Really? You haven't noticed any of this?

Hugh Campbell: No, but wow, you're right.

Starlight: Mm-hmm.

Hugh Campbell: Yeah.

Starlight: It's just control over things he can't control, I guess. I mean... I should be the last one talking about that. Says the girl who's just stress-eating all day. [Throws candy bar in trash at a distance successfully landing]

Hugh Campbell: Oh, my God! That was... [Starlight shushes] I... was so good, that was really good. I enjoyed that. [Throws his candy bar and fails] It's harder than it looked.

Starlight: Nah.

Hugh Campbell: I think, you know, actually, I think I went the other way with the eating. I think I lost, like, seven pounds.

Starlight: Mm.

Hugh Campbell: I did not have seven to lose.

Starlight: Well... oh, I sleep about four hours a night.

Hugh Campbell: I wish I slept four hours a night. I mean, I'm too busy chewing my fingernails down to the quick. I don't know, whatever a... I don't know what a quick is, but...

Starlight: Here's one. I walk around the Seven Tower with this... knot in my gut. Just wondering if Homelander is waiting around every corner to kill me. It's like living with a loaded gun in my face.

Hugh Campbell: Do you feel that way now?

Starlight: [Making love to Hugh with him on top in motel room and he reaches for phone and she thwarts him, repeatedly x7] Wait... I got it. But I still want to see you.

Starlight: [Homelander grabs Starlight by the throat] What did I do?

Homelander: I told you to kill Hugh Campbell and you hesitated.

Starlight: I said we should go to the police!

Homelander: You disobeyed my orders because you're with him.

Starlight: Fuck you! Hughie Campbell broke my fucking heart. Worse than anyone ever has. And a part of me wants to blast his fucking face off, so no I am not "with him". But if you want to kill me because I'm not a murderer and I won't straight up execute someone, then go ahead. So tell me, am I lying?

Homelander: [Leaving her] You're not lying.

"We Gotta Go Now" [2.05]

Frenchie: [To Milk] Hey, tell Butcher about the thick penis around your neck.

Frenchie: What's your thoughts about transgender strippers?

Marvin Milk: Strippers ain't really my kind of Hersheys, with or without nuts.

Starlight: This is where you're living?

Hughie Campbell: Yeah, it has its charms. The rats are like Pokemon. With Hep C.

Billy Butcher: Never go into shark-infested waters without chum.

Billy Butcher: Hey, Frenchie. Don't get caught.

Frenchie: I never do.

Starlight: The only good Supe is a dead Supe.

Billy Butcher: Your words, not mine.

Marvin Milk: Yo. Close stitch, but Hughie's okay.

Frenchie: Oh, bien... hey, tell Butcher about the thick penis around your neck.

Marvin Milk: [Whispering to Frenchie] Fuck you. [To Butcher over the phone] Nah, nah, nah... it's just Frenchie being Frenchie.

Homelander: Sometimes it feels like the justice system just doesn't work anymore.

Starlight: Your approval means everything to me.

Grace Mallory: I don't back an animal like that in a corner.

Starlight: Underneath all that swagger, you're just a bigot and a bully. I know another guy just like that. He's got a flag for a cape.

Lamplighter: They don't tell me. They just make me burn the evidence.

Frenchie: What a question. Of course I'm Betty White. Now, who wants to rob a bank?

Lamplighter: You're nobody. Not worth it.

Cherie: I said you fucking come ... right now!

Stormfront: I'll let you surprise me ... wherever you want.

Starlight: We're nothing alike. Nothing.

Frenchie: What makes you think I want to be let off the hook?

Stormfront: We are in a war for the culture. The other races are grinding us down and taking what is rightfully ours, but we can fight back.

Stormfront: Everyone Ihave ever loved is in the ground, and then I found you.

"The Bloody Doors Off" [2.06]

Frenchie: [To Marvin] Hey, tell Butcher about the thick penis around your neck.

Frenchie: What's your thoughts about transgender strippers?

Marvin Milk: Strippers ain't really my kind of Hersheys, with or without nuts.

Starlight: This is where you're living?

Hughie Campbell: Yeah, it has its charms. The rats are like Pokemon. With Hep C.

Billy Butcher: Never go into shark-infested waters without chum.

Billy Butcher: Hey, Frenchie. Don't get caught.

Frenchie: I never do.

Starlight: The only good Supe is a dead Supe.

Billy Butcher: Your words, not mine.

Marvin Milk: Yo. Close stitch, but Hughie's okay.

Frenchie: Oh, bien... hey, tell Butcher about the thick penis around your neck.

Marvin Milk: [Whispering to Frenchie] Fuck you. [To Butcher over the phone] Nah, nah, nah... it's just Frenchie being Frenchie.

Homelander: Sometimes it feels like the justice system just doesn't work anymore.

Starlight: Your approval means everything to me.

Grace Mallory: I don't back an animal like that in a corner.

Starlight: Underneath all that swagger, you're just a bigot and a bully. I know another guy just like that. He's got a flag for a cape.

Lamplighter: They don't tell me. They just make me burn the evidence.

Frenchie: What a question. Of course I'm Betty White. Now, who wants to rob a bank?

Lamplighter: You're nobody. Not worth it.

Cherie: I said you fucking come ... right now!

Stormfront: I'll let you surprise me ... wherever you want.

Starlight: We're nothing alike. Nothing.

Frenchie: What makes you think I want to be let off the hook?

Stormfront: We are in a war for the culture. The other races are grinding us down and taking what is rightfully ours, but we can fight back.

Stormfront: Everyone I have ever loved is in the ground, and then I found you.

"Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker" [2.07]

Hughie Campbell: Okay, let's go fuck the wife. Consensually.

Billy Butcher: Congress? Please. What a bunch of corrupting fucking cunts they are.

Victoria Neuman: Come on, you're not the first person to call me a "cunt", Mr. Butcher. I'm starting to think it's like a badge of honor.

Frenchie: Life has always been hard, but I don't remember it being quite this cruel.

Hughie Campbell: This isn't healthy, man. You can't watch porn while the sun's out.

Jonah Vogelbaum: Do what you like to me, but some things are more important than the right thing.

Queen Maeve: Ashley, for once in your life, be a fucking human being.

Jonah Vogelbaum: Moral compromise does have its privileges.

Elena: Hi.

Queen Maeve: That was a fraught "hi".

Lamplighter: They moved my statue. I wanted to do it in front of my statue.

Starlight: The good guys don't win. The bad guys don't get punished. What we do means nothing. It's just all for money and... I am in the middle of all of it. Alone.

Starlight: Is that an Almond Joy?

Queen Maeve: He has a tree nut allergy.

Victoria Neuman: If we're gonna take a shot at the king, we can't fucking miss.

Starlight: Mom, I don't want a fuckin' unicorn frappe.

Billy Butcher: Not enough? If torturing and burning a bunch of mentals on board's say-so ain't enough for you moppets, then what the fuck are you good for, huh? A strongly worded tweet?

Hughie Campbell: What the fuck do we do now?

Hughie Campbell: You know, this isn't healthy, man. Y- You can't watch porn while the... sun's out.

Lamplighter: Look, if I get up at that hearing, I'm dead anyway.

Hughie Campbell: What difference does it make?

Lamplighter: [Reaches for TV remote] Okay. Drop the remote, or I'll burn your fucking face off.

Homebanger: [In adult film] Want me to fuck your wife like she deserves, cuck?

Lamplighter: Did you know I was a prodigy? A fucking prodigy. I lit my first fire at four. Burned my whole house down. My dad... He was so proud. "My son's a Supe." I was gonna do great things. I almost did. Now look at me. I'm like the cuck in the porn, sitting on the sidelines while the real heroes are out there doing the fucking.

Hughie Campbell: You want to know why they left me to babysit you?

Lamplighter: Because you're useless?

Hughie Campbell: My mom... she, uh... never mind. After... she was gone, I watched my dad do... nothing his whole life. But me... I thought I'd finally found... something. I thought I found what I was meant to do. But it turns out I'm... shit at that as well. You're not the cuck. I'm the cuck.

Lamplighter: Actually, you're worse. You're the cuck fluffer.

Stormfront: We need more Compound V. We need more super!

Butcher: What was he like?

Vogelbaum: Who?

Butcher: Homelander, growing up as a lad, what was he like?

Vogelbaum: I'm sure you don't wanna talk about this--

Butcher: Oh, there is nothing I wanna talk about more. And who knows better than you?

Vogelbaum: When he was a little boy, five or six, he was quite sweet. He'd cuddle up to me. He loved stories about Davey Crockett, Teddy Roosevelt, loved the idea of the woods, the forest. Manifest destiny. But, you know, I needed him to be the strongest man in the world. So I went to work on him. He didn't even want it. It was for me.

Butcher: Hmm. And that wasn't your only sin, was it? It weren't Homelander who hid my wife away all them years. It ever occur to you, the pain you cause sorry bastards like me?

Vogelbaum: At the time, it was barely a blip on my radar.

Butcher: Tell me, Doctor... What's your radar telling you now?

"What I Know" [2.08]

Billy Butcher: Remember what I told you.

Ryan Butcher: Don't be a cunt.

The Deep: I married some weirdo who gives terrible blow jobs!

Billy Butcher: Now I ain't going to ask you to come along.

Marvin Milk: Lick my big black balls, Butcher.

Frenchie: Girls do get it done.

Hughie Campbell: No witnesses, but we definitely found fuck-all. I'm not sure I'm using that term properly.

The Deep: Fuck Fresca.

Annie January: If Billy Butcher can do the right thing, then there's GOT to be some kind of higher power.

Annie January: If you jump ship and let the assholes steer, then you're part of the problem.

Stan Edgar: Homelander's a friend. Why would I betray him?

Billy Butcher: Because you're a ruthless bastard.

Stan Edgar: That's hurtful.

Homelander: If you release that video, I will destroy everything and everyone.

Queen Maeve: Great, as long as everyone sees what a fucking monster you are. As long as no one ever loves you again.

A-Train: I want back in the Seven. And I need Stormfront gone. Fuck that nazi bitch.

Billy Butcher: So it's just business then, 'ey?

Stan Edgar: When, Mr. Butcher, in history has it ever been about anything different?

Queen Maeve: It doesn't matter what we do. Nothing changes. Nothing ever changes or gets better.

Stan Edgar: Stormfront's good at making people angry. Angry people want Compound V. Compound V raises our stock price. Well, I preferred V be kept a secret but we play with the cards we're dealt with. It's not ruthless, it's prices for share, that's all.

Billy Butcher: Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, mate. Cause that bitch should bother you.

Stan Edgar: Of course she does. But it's not about me. I can't lash out like some raging entitled maniac. That's a white man's luxury.

Billy Butcher: So it's just business then, eh?

Stan Edgar: When, Mr. Butcher, in history has it ever been any different?

Starlight: Oh, gosh, moms. The gift that keeps on giving. Forever.

Queen Maeve: [Off camera] Hey, kraut! [Punches Stormfront in the face]

Frenchie: Wile E. Coyote. Always chases Roadrunner, always with an elaborate plan, always fails. You know, I always say, Why do this, Coyote? All you need is an AR-15, and 'meep-meep' no more.

Stormfront: People love what I have to say. They believe in it. They just don't like the word nazi. That's all.

Queen Maeve: This is the guy?

Hughie Campbell: Hi. Hughie.

Queen Maeve: He's even more of a twink then in the photo.

Stormfront: What truth? What is the truth? And what are you laughing at? [Kimiko signs to Frenchie]

Frenchie: She says the truth is, she's gonna stick her boot up your Nazi kitty.

Billy Butcher: Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, mate. 'Cause that bitch should bother you.

Stan Edgar: Of course she does. But it's not about me. I can't lash out like some raging, entitled maniac. That's a white man's luxury.

Victoria Neuman: Hugh Campbell. I don't know how to repay you for what you did.

Hughie Campbell: You know, I can think of a way.

Victoria Neuman: Oh?

Hughie Campbell: You can... give me a job.

Victoria Neuman: You serious? Uh, what about your team?

Hughie Campbell: Don't get me wrong, I-I-I still want to fight Vought, I just... I want to do it the right way. Not covered in quite as many guts. Look, the truth is, I never totally fit in with the guys. And... I think it's time I stand on my own two feet.

Victoria Neuman: They know you're here?

Hughie Campbell: I haven't told them yet.

Victoria Neuman: When can you start?

Stormfront: We need more Compound V! [Crowd chants] We need more Supes! [Crowd applauds]

Homelander: [While masturbating standing up on top of a tower to the New York City skyline] I can do whatever THE FUCK I WANT!

Stormfront: [Strangling Becca] Look at me. I like to see the light go.

Ashley Barrett: Can you believe Ryan has never seen Cats?

Homelander: There's no swear jar here, so hate away.

Billy Butcher: Alright, then. Let's get a shift on.

Queen Maeve: I could split that shit like dry firewood.

Stormfront: He is pretty smart. Especially for his kind.

Stormfront: You're the strongest man in the world and you're scared of a little boy.

Stormfront: Bad guys want to hurt us, just because of what we look like. They want to wipe us from this earth, just because of the color of our skin.

Stormfront: There you are, you slippery little bitch!

Queen Maeve: Take your fucking twink and get the fuck outta here!

A-Train: I want back in. So I need... her... gone. Fuck that nazi bitch.

Billy Butcher: You turned a racist piece of shit into America's sweetheart.

Robert Singer: Let me guess, a tape of me fucking my kid's nanny at her daughter's quinceanera? Release it, please. I'm begging you. A plum gig at Fox and this shit hole in my rear-view? Sounds dreamy.

Stormfront: It's called white genocide.

Billy Butcher: Remember what I told ya?

Ryan: Don't be a cunt.