I don’t make mistakes. I’m not “just like the rest of you.” I’m stronger. I’m smarter. I’m better. I am better.
I’ll tell you what. When we’re all done here, I’ll buy you a nice, big, family size bottle of top-shelf lube and I’ll tickle your balls till you beg me to stop and even then I won’t. I just won’t do it.[to Hughie]
My father was bipolar. One night, when I was ten, he tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet.
Since when did “hopeful” and “naive” become the same thing? I mean, why would you get into this business if not to save the world? That’s all I have ever wanted.
You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You’re not the real heroes. I’m the real hero.
When they’re apart, they’re absolute f***ing rubbish. But, you put them together, they’re the goddamn f***ing Spice Girls.
Expecting a happy ending, were we? Well, I’m sorry, Hughie. It ain’t that kind of massage parlor.
You know, you’re always calling people “c**ts” or “tw*ts”. But I never really got how that’s an insult? They’re flexible, take a pounding, and they’re the reason behind, like, 98% of my life decisions.[to Billy]
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I really did want to make a difference. I really did care. I was just like you. And then I started giving pieces of myself away and I guess I gave away everything.[to Starlight]
Everyone always asks, what’s our special weakness? Gamma rays? Iron daggers? Some ridiculous, stupid thing? The truth is, our weakness is the same as anyone’s. It’s people. The people we care about.
You see, I know your secret. You’re not a bad person. Just a scared one.[to the Female]
What have you got to lose that you ain’t already lost?[to Hughie]
