— Where've you been, homie?
— This ain't my fight!
— You know what? You don't stand for shit. You ain't about shit!
— Don't touch me, man!
— Don't touch you? What you gonna do? I'm touching you! I'm touching you! Do something.
— Don't touch me! You wanna see something?
— Yeah, I wanna see...
— You wanna see something?
— Yes, I wanna see something!
— You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. You heard of Phil Jackson?
— Yeah.
— He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle, bitch.
— How are you not dead?
— We-we just saved the world. A "thank you" would be nice.
— Thank you.
— You're welcome.
— So, we did all of this and we don't get shit?
— 10 years off you prison sentences.
— Nah, that's not enough. I'm seeing my daughter.
— That can be arranged. An other requests?
— An Espresso machine.
— Bet.
— I'm not much of a joiner but... Maybe we should?
— Hey. She's trying to take over the world.
— So? What's the world ever done for us anyway? It hates us.
— You get to the part in that binder saying I was sleeping with her?
— Yeah. I never been with a witch before. What's that like?
— And the kids?
— He killed them. Didn't you? Own that shit. Own it! What'd you think was gonna happen, huh?
— Hey, Harley. Come on.
— What you were just... Thinking you can have a happy family... And coach little leagues and make car payments? Normal is a setting on the dryer. People like us, we don't get normal!
— Well, we almost pulled it off. Despite what everybody thought. Worst part of it is, they're gonna blame us for the whole thing. And they can't have people knowing the truth. We're the patsies. The cover-up. Don't forget, we're the bad guys. For about 2 sweet seconds... I had hope.
— You had hope, huh? Hope don't stop the wheel from turning, my brother.
— You preaching?
— It's coming back around for you. How many people you killed, man?
— You don't ask nobody no question like that, ese.
— You ain't ever whacked down no women. No kids.
— I don't kill women or children.
— I do.
— Here's to honor among thieves
— I'm not a thief.
— Oh. She's not a thief.
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