the walking dead starters ( s7ep11.)
!! SPOILER !! ALERT !! FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T WATCHED THE EPISODE YET.
“ welcome home, haircut.”
“ there’s more at the library. a lot more.”
“ you… you have a library?”
“ you know where s/he is?”
“ no. i’d tell you if i did.”
“ th-this’ll be satisfactory.”
“ i’ll get you something. what do you want?”
“ anything? really, anything i want?”
“ dude, yes, you can have anything. what do you want?”
“ no, you can’t have lobster.”
“ what the hell do you think this is?”
“ do you have canned pasta and tomato sauce?”
“ you want orange-y or red?”
“ number 42 is a coding system for persons here?”
“ okay, i’ll be back in ten.
“ good mornin’ sunshine.”
“ is it just as cozy as you remember?”
“ you spent a long time at the wrong side of the door.”
“ so let’s talk about now.”
“ you know anything about that, ___?”
“ i gotta tell you, that is one hell of a coincidence.”
“ did it work the other way around? you were supposed to break him/her. did s/he break you?”
“ i mean, let’s face it. you’ve got some pretty legitimate grievances.”
“ you change your stripes on me, ___?”
“ you startin’ to see things different?”
“ after all this… before and after… hell, after everything… who are you, ___?”
“so, do you think you know where ___ went?”
“ bring him/her back. sort it out.”
“ stitch him/her up. fix what you can fix.”
“ you don’t think s/he did it?”
“ you were just beaten and thrown in a cell. unfairly, if you ask me.”
“ i like to think that i do.”
“ that’s exactly the kind of person who really isn’t…. expected to be around anymore.”
“ barber. might be able to kill that thing on your head.”
“ you’re one of us now, not them.”
“ they eat shit, we eat good.”
“ must be your lucky day, ___.”
“ that’s some good diy stuff there.”
“ you want something, you take it, ___.”
“ there s/he is! wo/man of the hour!”
“ come on over here, big fella.”
“ don’t be rude asshole. say hello.”
“ you got a name, asshole?”
“ you see this right here? you might have to get real close.”
“ now, under normal circumstances, i’d be showing you that real close over and over again.”
“ but, see, all i really want to know is if you are a smarty-pants.”
“ i- i am indeed a smarty-pants.”
“ even though my memory is not considered eidetic, i don’t skim and i don’t scrimp.”
“ if knowledge is dropped, i do indeed pick it up.”
“ oh, you really are just some asshole.”
“ fire, with uh… you know… fire.”
“ uh, huh. all right, then, dr. smarty-pants. you ought to be able to crack this without breaking a sweat.”
“ how do we keep them on their feet?”
“ you already possess the means to resolve your issue.”
“ god damn! if that ain’t the coolest thing i’ve ever heard in my life!”
“ not only is that practical, it is just bad-ass!”
“ look at you, dr. smarty-pants.”
“ oh, their loss, our gain.”
“ i feel like i need to give you some kind of signing bonus here.”
“ uh, w- well, i wa- i was gifted these pickles.”
“ now, i don’t think i have to worry about this, but who knows how truly smart you are?”
“ that is a grave no-no.”
“ i wouldn’t know anything about that.”
“ what does dr. smarty-pants say to his/her new bestest friend in the whole wide world?”
“ thank you. fully, completely, sincerely, seriously: thank you.”
“ why don’t you go have some fun?”
“ what the hell am i even looking at?”
“ maybe you should take it easy, ___?”
“ uh, we could play something else. warlords? it’s four players and quite the hoot.”
“ whatever you want. this is your night.”
“ do you want a massage?”
“ while i appreciate the gesture, and your commitment to your assigned objective, i am fully aware that you are not here this evening of your own volition.”
“ video games are all about me showing you a fun time.”
“ would you care for more microwave popcorn?”
“ hey, just because this was ___’s idea doesn’t mean that i don’t want to be here.”
“ i’d be down with just having an intelligent conversation.”
“ well… i suppose a conversation would be acceptable under the current circumstance.”
“ what would you like to talk about?”
“ i could talk about that shit all night.”
“ in all likelihood, even if i could, it would probably escape your comprehension.”
“ did s/he just insult us?”
“ it was not a dis, it was simply a statement of fact.”
“ my intelligence has been objectively measured.”
“ so, what, are you one of those guys who can make a bomb out of bleach and a toothpick or something?”
“ i’m hoping to illustrate the opposite.”
“ did you just make helium out of toilet stuff?”
“ it’s cool. we’re good.”
“ hey, relax. you’re one of us.”
“ can you please just show me some good shit?”
“ i’m gonna light this candle.”
“ no, i mean, i’m gonna light this candle.”
“ i was given to understand that last night’s shinny was supposed to be a singular incident.”
“ you aren’t afforded any… mental-health services?”
“ that would be wildly irresponsible.”
“ we’ll handle that part.”
“ look, i know that this is crazy, and that you barely know me.”
“ i can tell that you are a good person. there’s not many of those left.”
“ truth of the matter is i’m not good. i’m not lawful, neutral or chaotic, none of the above.”
“ are you saying you can’t do it?”
“ lack of ability is not the problem here.”
“ you are good, ___. you have to be.”
“ hey, the line’s a line. what, they don’t have ’em where you come from?”
“ you don’t know how they work?”
“ which means you report directly to my ass.”
“ i didn’t know. we just – we get so many new faces, i didn’t…”
“ i don’t even know what you call this. i’m gonna call it a gremblygunk.”
“ s/he ran away from me right into a mess of dead ones so, i, uh… made it quick.”
“ feels better with a bandage.”
“ i wasn’t talking about that.”
“ oh, we’ve all done things.”
“ before we got here. before we understood, we were cowards about it.”
“ we don’t- we don’t get to have big hearts. remember that.”
“ you are gonna want to pay close attention to this.”
“ i – i didn’t do anything.”
“ i found this little souvenir tucked away in your desk.”
“ i don- i don’t know what that is.”
“ you… left the door open and let my puppy out.”
“ that is some weaselly shit right there.”
“ oh, s/he ran? you know why s/he ran?! because s/he knew i would blame her/him, which i did.”
“ it’s not true. __, s/he’s lying about it. i would never do it.”
“ why? why? why would s/he do that?”
“ why would s/he intentionally try to hurt you?”
“ so, what’s s/he gonna get out of this?”
“ it worked before, and it worked now.”
“ ain’t that right, ___?”
“ please, please, please! oh, jesus, don’t burn me. please! no…!”
“ no, no, please! no! no!”
“ now, you know i hate this shit.”
“ just tell me you did it and that you’re sorry and i won’t have to do this.”
“ yes– yes, i did it. all of it. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”
“ please… i’m sorry. please. i’m sorry.”
“ that’s all you had to say.”
“ i trust you, ___. never should’ve doubted ya.”
“ you can call next but it might be a while.”
“ i did. but you can’t have ‘em.”
“ do not insult my intelligence.”
“ said pills aren’t for __, said pills are for __. that’s why you wanted two.”
“ didn’t s/he kill your friends?”
“ turnabout and all that.”
“ you’re replaceable to him/her. i, on the other hand, am not.”
“ that is a correct assessment.”
“ so, how you liking it here?”
“ are we doing right by dr. smarty-pants?”
“ it’s all right. i get it.”
“ i know how hard it can be to accept change to get on the right team.”
“ i need you to understand something. i do not make this invitation to anyone. and i sure as shit do not make it lightly.”
“ hey… hey! you don’t need to be scared anymore.”
“ you don’t need to be scared. you just need to answer me one question. and it’s a big one.”
“ hey, be careful with that.”
“ hey, you want to get burnt by molten metal? ‘cause that’s exactly how you get burnt by molten metal.”
