My father was bipolar. One night, when I was ten, he tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet.
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]
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]
You tell anyone what you saw or heard here today, and I’ll cut your hands off and shove them so far up your ass, your fingers’ll give us a little wave out your throat, yeah?[to Mesmer]
When they’re apart, they’re absolute f***ing rubbish. But, you put them together, they’re the goddamn f***ing Spice Girls.
What have you got to lose that you ain’t already lost?[to Hughie]
Sometimes you get further with people by treating them like people.[to Billy]
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]
He’s got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer to the existential clusterf*** that is humanity, is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank.[about God]
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]
You can’t win the whole country anymore. No one can. So why are you even trying? You don’t need 50 million people to love you. You need 5 million people f***ing pi**ed. Emotion sells, anger sells.[to Homelander]
