Danse: Rules exist for a reason.
Hancock: So do explosives.
Danse: That is not a counterargument.
Hancock: Yet it keeps winning.
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Danse: Rules exist for a reason.
Hancock: So do explosives.
Danse: That is not a counterargument.
Hancock: Yet it keeps winning.
Valentine: I have a plan.
Deacon: I have concepts of a plan.
MacCready: I have a gun.
Hancock: Good enough. Let’s go.
Preston: Another settlement needs our help.
Everyone:
Preston: Why does everyone keep groaning when I say that?
Preston: We need to discuss our feelings like adults.
Cait: I am discussing my feelings.
Preston: You’re throwing chairs.
Cait: And my feeling is anger.
Preston: We should help people because it’s the right thing to do.
MacCready: Counterargument: caps.
Valentine: I solved the case.
Preston: Already?
Valentine: Yeah. Deacon did it.
Deacon: In my defense, that narrows nothing down.
Danse: We need a code phrase in case of emergencies.
Hancock: I vote “hot potato.”
MacCready: No one’s gonna take that seriously.
Five minutes later
Danse, over comms: HOT POTATO. I REPEAT, HOT POTATO.
*At the police station*
Valentine: Hi, I’m here for Hancock.
Police officer: Who’s Hancock?
Valentine: Ah, you must be new.
Valentine: What the fuck is wrong with you??
Deacon: What? No good morning?
Valentine: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??
Deacon: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.
Cait: *hands a gun to Curie *
Curie: *afraid* i don’t believe in guns
Cait: they are very real, now take it
Deacon: *master chef*
Hancock: *knows a few recipes*
Valentine: *can follow instructions on a box*
Danse: *made toast once*
MacCready: *banned from the kitchen*
Deacon: Comparing Hancock and Valentine is like comparing apples and oranges.
Hancock: We’re both unique in our own ways?
Deacon: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated.
Valentine: Which one of us is the orange?
Hancock: Consider the fundraising over! Your hero has arrived!
Preston: Uhh… where did you get so much money from, Hancock?
Hancock: Well, you know, I’m pretty good at numbers. I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyzed my accounts, I timed the market-
Preston: DID YOU ROB A BANK?!
Hancock: Oh, come on, Preston, do you really think so little of me? *opens the bag as purple dye explodes on their face*
Preston:
Hancock: …it was a credit union.
Hancock: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for.
Hancock: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine and jet on the table*
Deacon: ...Thanks.
Curie: Go and tell Valentine why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots.
Hancock:
Curie: Do it, tell them what you told me earlier.
Hancock, stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision...
Valentine:
Deacon: May luck (and this picture of Preston eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.