Sam: Can we go out for ice cream?
Deckard: Did you ask your father?
Sam: He said no.
Deckard: Then why are you asking me?
Sam: Because he’s not the boss of you.
Deckard, internally: This is a trap. This is a trap. This is a—
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Sam: Can we go out for ice cream?
Deckard: Did you ask your father?
Sam: He said no.
Deckard: Then why are you asking me?
Sam: Because he’s not the boss of you.
Deckard, internally: This is a trap. This is a trap. This is a—
Luke, to Deckard: Tell her.
Deckard, to Sam: I apologize for saying “fuck” earlier.
Sam: You just said it again.
Deckard: I am not a role model.
Sam: Obviously.
Deckard: I noticed we have slowly started to phase the ‘B’ out of our bromance.
Luke *down on one knee, proposing*: I mean yeah, I guess.
Luke: *accidently brushes Deckard’s hand with his own*
Deckard: *agressively holds Luke’s hand*
Deckard: Fucking commit to it.
Luke: What’s your blood type?
Deckard: How would I know?
Luke: How would you not?
Deckard: Who am I? Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?
Luke: You don’t know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?
Luke: I love murder mysteries.
Deckard, trying to flirt: I’ve been the lead suspect for dozens of murders.