# The Boys (TV series)/Season 3

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The Boys is an American superhero television series developed by Eric Kripke for Amazon Prime Video. Based on the comic book of the same name by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, it follows the eponymous team of vigilantes as they combat superpowered individuals who abuse their abilities.

### "Payback" [3.01]

    Frenchie: [Over the openly gay Termite crawling in his pants] He's trying to get in my ass!
    [Butcher has caught Termite in a bag of drugs and shakes it up, dumping on a table]
    Butcher: [Looming over Termite] Go on, son. Have a bump. [Termite gargles and gags as he tries getting the drugs out of him] Fucking lightweight. [Butcher raises his hand to smash Termite]
    Termite: No, please!
    [Butcher is close to bringing his palm down on Termite, but he closes his fist]
    Butcher: Call the bureau. We're done.
    Ivy: So a Tri-Delt from Wesleyan caught a Supe masturbating outside her window.
    Hughie Campbell: Okay, how's she know it's a Supe?
    Ivy: Window was on a 737.
    Hughie Campbell: That's a Supe.
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah. So, uh, you gonna stay over again tonight?
    Starlight: Don't know. It depends. Um, you gonna bring Aquafresh?
    Hughie Campbell: I would brush with Monistat if it meant I could have sex with you. Yes.
    Stan Edgar: The problem, of course, was making the Super into heroes.
    Robert Singer: I don't follow.
    Stan Edgar: Making them figures to be worshipped! The fame, the movies, the depraved sex? It ruined them. Cone of silence -- in five years, I hope to be out of the superhero business entirely.
    Robert Singer: Bullshit.
    Stan Edgar: This should be a serious company. A defense and pharmaceutical company. Not a daycare dealing with spoiled children and dead prostitutes. But the point is, you won't have to worry about any of that, because your soldiers will only be super temporarily. The product, finally perfected.
    Robert Singer: Stan, when you say Compound V...
    Stan Edgar: V-24.
    Robert Singer: Do you know what the public hears? Gestapo. Swastika. And that's your fault; you used a Nazi to sell it! Compound V is radio-fucking-active. It's not gonna fly in Congress.
    Supersonic: [Sitting at desk with Starlight] Oh, my God. Come on.
    Hugh Campbell: Hi. Hey. Hi.
    Starlight: Hi!
    Supersonic: Hughie, what's up, my man?
    Hugh Campbell: How's it going, guys? What are you guys doing?
    Starlight: We're running lines, actually.
    Hugh Campbell: For a reality show?
    Supersonic: Right? The reality behind the reality.
    Starlight: Mm-hmm.
    Hugh Campbell: Yeah, um... oh, man, I was in the, uh, control room, and they had this, like, bio thing on you.
    Supersonic: Oh, God, I'm sorry. Yeah, that boy band shit is so embarrassing.
    Starlight: You know what, I really like "Rock My Kiss."
    Supersonic: Really?
    Starlight: I do.
    Supersonic: Did you? I... I actually... Wait, I thought it made you puke. [Both their faces turn into mutual recollection]
    Starlight: Shut up... Shut up!
    Supersonic: It's true.
    Hugh Campbell: What are you guys, what are you, what are you talking about?
    Starlight: Okay, be careful. I can still kick you off the show.
    Supersonic: He has a right to know. Come on, we were, what, 19?
    Starlight: Eighteen.
    Supersonic: Okay, so 18, the band was performing at the opening of Voughtland St. Louis. But before the show, Annie and I snuck into a cantina. And they had those... I mean, those yards of margarita...
    Starlight: I must have drank a quarter mile.
    Supersonic: So, middle of the show, we bring out Starlight to do a number. And Little Orphan Alky steps onto the stage, and she just pukes in front of a festival crowd. I mean, the tweens, they lost their shit. Humiliating.
    Hugh Campbell: Wow, that's... I- I had no idea you drank back then.
    Supersonic: Oh, yeah, Miss Goody Two-Shoes, she had a fun side, big time.
    Hugh Campbell: [Walking outside] And- and really great you guys are still... so close, just really, really great. You have nothing to worry about.
    Starlight: No. No, no, no, totally. He's gross.
    Hugh Campbell: And you've known him your whole life. And he, you know, took your virginity, so why would I worry?
    Starlight: Okay, it was a mutual taking of virginities. And you know what, it happened so long ago, and only a couple of times.
    Hugh Campbell: Wait, really?
    Starlight: We were really religious and we weren't married, so it felt weird having sex. I mean sex sex. [Walks into trailer] We did a ton of butt stuff. [Hugh stands shocked then she pokes her head in door] I'm fucking with you.
    Hugh Campbell: [Laughs] Okay.
    Starlight: Come on.
    Hugh Campbell: Yeah, never do that again. [Sitting in trailer] Wow, uh... Co-captain, huh? Wow, that's, uh...
    Starlight: Is it crazy? I mean, Vought's the worst thing that's ever happened to us, and now you want to be their Ronald McDonald? So, yeah, a little crazy. Yeah, but first female co-captain of any super team. Ever. I mean... think about what that would mean to millions of girls.
    Hugh Campbell: I'm sorry, I- I'm just... surprised, I guess. I mean, is this your mom talking or you?
    Starlight: [Sighs] I'm the one whose feet bled at all of those pageants. Okay? I've paid a lot. And, finally, finally, I could have some real power that I could use, and I could make trouble at Vought. Do some real good.
    Hugh Campbell: Or Homelander can murder you.
    Starlight: Someone needs to stand up to this guy.
    Hugh Campbell: And that has to be you?
    Starlight: Not just me. I mean, I could bring good people into The Seven who could help me.
    Hugh Campbell: What, you mean like your boyfriend?
    Starlight: [Pause, then she stands up] It's not a good look, Hughie. No one even bats an eye when a man climbs the ladder.
    Hugh Campbell: [Stands up with a raised hand palm out and walks to her] Okay, you're right, you're right, you're right. Look, I'm-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. So I'll... see you later tonight?
    Starlight: Don't bother with the Aquafresh. [Walks away]
    A-Train: [Walks besides Homelander in hallway holding fast-food cup] Hey, Homelander.
    Homelander: What are you drinking?
    A-Train: Shake Shack.
    Homelander: Oh.
    A-Train: You want one? I'll go grab a P.A. for...
    Homelander: [Walks up] Oh, no, no. Thank you, though.
    A-Train: Yeah.
    Homelander: I see you got the extra whipped cream in there, huh?
    A-Train: Yeah.
    Homelander: Yummers. I guess you wanted to cram in as much "fat fuck" as possible, huh?
    A-Train: Did I do something wrong?
    Homelander: You think I haven't seen you? [Starts poking A-Train's abdomen] Shoving back two dozen cupcakes in the break room? Nine servings on Miro's truffle risotto night? Hmm?
    A-Train: Hey, man. You know I need 30,000 calories a day.
    Homelander: Maybe when you actually ran, you did. But now you're just eating your feelings. Making us look ridiculous. "The Fastest Man Alive." What a fucking joke. [Walks away]
    A-Train: [Walks away, under breath] Fuck you, man.
    Homelander: [Stops in tracks] What did you say?
    A-Train: Nothing. Nothing.
    Homelander: [Walks up] WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?! [Grabs A-Train's head tilting him down]
    A-Train: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Shit! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean it!
    Homelander: [Eyes light up] Say it!
    A-Train: [Drops cup on ground] I'm s...
    Homelander: SAY IT!
    A-Train: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! [Homelander lets go of him and walks away]
    Homelander: [Walks up to Stormfront lying in hospital bed] How are you?
    Stormfront: Wonderful now that you're here. Is something wrong, my love?
    Homelander: You know, I'm just... skulking around like a frightened schoolgirl. Apologizing when I've done nothing wrong. Today, uh, they made Starlight co-captain.
    Stormfront: No.
    Homelander: Mm-hmm.
    Stormfront: Oh. My poor baby.
    Homelander: I don't know how much more of this I can take.
    Stormfront: No one suffers like you suffer. Let me help.
    Homelander: Honestly... I have to put up with these fucking people. They hold that video over my head month after month. They took my son from me. They want me... Here you go. See, they want me weak, castrated. They should be worshipping me. [Starts humping side of bed] Tremble at my feet. Put a knife to their children's throat like Abraham to Isaac, if I say so.
    Stormfront: Oh, they will. When you lead an army of Aryan Ubermensch to their victory.
    Homelander: What?! No!
    Stormfront: Yes. Yes.
    Homelander: No. No, no! How many times do I have to tell you? We don't need a fucking master race! I'm the master race! That's the point! That's the whole point!
    Stormfront: No, you have to. It took a hundred years, but we finally found you.
    Homelander: No, no!
    Stormfront: It's your destiny.
    Homelander: Oh, my God! Whatever! Just, uh... [pats bed] rest. [Walks away]
    Stormfront: What?! No! Please! Please! [Whimpers]
    Billy Butcher: What's this?
    Queen Maeve: It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D.
    Billy Butcher: Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs.
    Queen Maeve: Yeah? Payback may be a bunch of fuck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it.
    Billy Butcher: And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?
    Queen Maeve: This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fuck it up. [Walks away]
    [Butcher realizes Homelander is standing on his apartment balcony]
    Billy Butcher: [Opens door] If you wanna watch me have a wank, it'll cost you a tenner.
    Homelander: May I come in?
    [Homelander sits at Butcher's table, while Butcher walks around with a mug in his hand]
    Homelander: [Sitting at table] Where's Ryan?
    Billy Butcher: He's at 673 Nosh My Bollocks Ave. You want a pen and paper?
    Homelander: You know, I could just... pull you apart, limb by limb. Make you tell me.
    Billy Butcher: Nah, that'd be worthless. Victim always goes into shock, you gotta start small. Fingers, toenails, ears...
    Homelander: He's my son, William. My family. I'm gonna find him, sooner or later. [Pause]
    Billy Butcher: Look, uh... I don't mean to be rude, but can we just skip to the part where you laser my fucking brains out?
    Homelander: Oh, for Christ's sakes. Where's the sport in that? I mean, look at you. [Sits at table] Be like putting down a wounded dog.
    Billy Butcher: You're the one with your tail between your legs on all them fucking talk shows. And then they go and make Starlight co-captain? Tsk-tsk-tsk. That's gotta sting.
    Homelander: Touché, William. Touché.
    Billy Butcher: What are you doing here?
    Homelander: [Annoyed] Vought. And the fucking Bureau. The wheeling and dealing, and- and- and- and giving and taking, just to keep everything... exactly the same. And you and me? Well, they treat us like old playthings and put us up on the fucking shelf. Hmm? Treat us like we're obsolete. Doesn't that make you angry?
    Billy Butcher: Yeah. It does.
    Homelander: What if... what if it doesn't have to be that way? What if you and I... well, what if we share a different destiny? Something a little more... scorched earth. Shock and awe. Blood and bone. And in the end, only one of us left standing. Isn't that what you want?
    Billy Butcher: Too fucking right. More than anything.
    Homelander: I look forward to it. [Billy glances at a bulldog-shaped cookie jar then at Homelander's seat who has disappeared]
    Nina Namenko: Sorry if Yevgenny got a little rough. He's still a bit bitter you ate his wife's anus.
    Frenchie: Why am I here, Nina?
    Nina Namenko: Do you remember Mikhail Petrov? You wait for him to come home. He step out of his minivan. You attack. He knocks the blade from your hand, so you slam this Honda Odyssey minivan sliding doors on his neck over and over until he's... [inhales deeply] decapitated. Art. Who can define it? Then you discovered his young bride in the passenger seat, and my Sergei does not leave a witness behind. Where is Cherie? I don't know. [Frenchie grunts softly] She had a place in Bayonne last time I saw her.
    Frenchie: Why?
    Nina Namenko: 'Cause nobody stole heroin from her. She stole it from me. I will give her a quick death, pazhalsta, and I will make this worth your while.
    Frenchie: I don't do that shit anymore.
    Nina Namenko: Nobody changes, hmm? What was your safe word again? When I used the dog collar and the strap-on? What was it? Vincent Cassel. You are like rabid little doggy but loyal to whoever holds this chain. Before William Butcher, it was me. Before me, it was your daddy. But you always heel, Sergei. Not Sergei. Serge. And that was a long time ago.
    Frenchie: Who I am now is someone who works for the CIA, Nina. So unless you want the full weight of the government up your ass... I'm leaving.
    Nina Namenko: We both have had bigger things than the government up our asses. Just think about my offer. Go on, scamper away, little doggy.

### "The Only Man in the Sky" [3.02]

    Stan Edgar: Our testing shows that 76 percent of likely viewers will make every effort to watch tonight, for Starlight. As for you, 53 percent might DVR. I think that that means that she can call her own shots, don't you?
    Homelander: So how 'bout I just walk, Stan? How would that rate?
    Stan Edgar: After the PR hole you dug for yourself this past year, I'd say you're lucky we're putting on this farce at all. But hey, it's your party. You can cry if you want to.
    [Billy Butcher walks into room with Gunpowder giving lecture]
    Gunpowder: And I'll tell you something, if "Dakota" Bob Singer gets elected president, well, you say hello to left-wing socialism. 'Cause I'll tell you this right now, he is gonna follow the George Soros globalist playbook to a T. Step one, oppress the citizens and confiscate their firearms. Step two, have it all gleefully reported by the so-called news media.
    Audience member: Fake news!
    Gunpowder: And step three, in every classroom around the country, they're gonna teach your kids to hate America, the Constitution and the Second Amendment. Good for us, the silent majority, and the Vought Rifle Association, let me tell you something, we are armed and we're ready to fight back. Thank you for coming, ladies and gentlemen. Don't forget, two-for-one on hollow-points on the way out. Use the promo code "Gunpowder." God bless y'all.
    Billy Butcher: [Standing besides Gunpowder at the washroom urinal] Excuse me, Mr. Powder. I'm your number one fan. I've bought all your rifles. Every one of them. That Vought VR-15. Ooh. That is a hell of a gun. Smooth trigger pull. Smooth. I'd shake your hand, but, uh, well, you know.
    Gunpowder: Well, I appreciate that.
    Billy Butcher: Yeah, I followed you since your Payback days. I mean, 14 years old, picked to be Soldier Boy's sidekick. He was a great man.
    Gunpowder: Well, it's nice meeting you, buddy.
    Billy Butcher: You must've been chuffed, eh? Helping him on his missions, letting him watch you on the bog, stick his finger up your bum a bit, give him a sloppy little nosh. All in a day's work for a young ward, innit?
    Gunpowder: Like I haven't heard that sidekick pedo shit a thousand times before. Why don't you do me a big favor, buddy, and fuck off!
    Billy Butcher: You're right. I'm sorry. That's a filthy, unsubstantiated rumor.
    Gunpowder: Goddamn right it is.
    Billy Butcher: Till now. This is a complaint you filed to Vought, begging to be taken off Payback on account of, and I quote, "Soldier Boy's habitual abuse." Of course they buried it, Vought being the cunts they are.
    Gunpowder: That right there is a fake!
    Billy Butcher: Course it is.
    Gunpowder: I'm sorry, who are you?
    Billy Butcher: I told you. Biggest fan. And I want to help you. Keep shtum. Be a crying shame if your red-meat faithful out there found out you were Soldier Boy's underage nob-gobbler. Now, all I want to know is what happened to him, and you're gonna tell me.
    Gunpowder: Or maybe I put a bullet in your head.
    Billy Butcher: You do that, and it'll be all over the Interweb within an hour.
    Gunpowder: See, buddy, I don't give a shit. 'Cause that never happened. Soldier Boy never touched me like that! [Leaves washroom]
    [Homelander stands behind a suicidal woman]
    Homelander: Hi, Chelsea. It's your lucky day. Well, considering. You're, you're my annual birthday save.
    Chelsea: Don't come any closer.
    Homelander: Life is a precious gift. To throw yours away would be a real slap in the Lord's face, don't you think? You don't want to go to hell for all eternity, do you?
    Chelsea: I'm Jewish. I...
    Homelander: All right, well, regardless, just step back from the ledge, please? Okay, that's good.
    Ashley Barrett: [To camera man] Just don't be afraid of the zoom. You're not Roger Deakins. Mike, frame up. He could be flying down any second.
    Mike: Yep. You got it.
    Ashley Barrett: [Glances at phone] Oh, fuck!
    Homelander: Come on, look. I'm here now. If you jump, I'm just gonna fly down and save you anyway. It's all futile and... [glances at screen and learns of Stormfront's suicide] Sh- She wouldn't... It's my... It's my birthday. She... She... You probably don't know this because, [waves hand at her] you know, Jew, but Jesus wasn't born on the 25th of December. That was piggybacked off a pagan festival, and guess what. Today is not my birthday, either. Nope. Don't know when it is, but sure as hell ain't today. This was just chosen for me by a marketing department. I mean, I can't even have a birthday at all. I wasn't born. I was just poured out of a fucking test tube. Immaculate conception. I know exactly how he must have felt. Jesus. You give and you give... You give your whole fucking life, and what happens? People just... tear you down. Why do people destroy their gods? H- How is it fair that you get saved, while a beautiful, perfect god gets killed? You know what, Chelsea? I think you should jump.
    Chelsea: I- I don't think I want to.
    Homelander: You don't want to? Why don't you show a little follow-through, Chelsea? Jump.
    Chelsea: Please, I... I just want to get down.
    Homelander: [Through a fake yet sinister smile] I'm not suggesting anymore. Jump.
    Chelsea: No. No, please. Oh, God, oh, God! No, no, no!
    Homelander: No God. The only man in the sky is me. [his eyes light up]
    Ashley Barrett: How the fuck did she bite off her own tongue? Storm front Million Dollar Babied herself. It was horrible. [Chelsea leaps from the building with a sickening splat with Homelander, looking down disheartened]
    Gunpowder: [Walking in parking garage and finds Billy leaning against his vehicle] You got to be fucking kidding me! Get your ass off of my car!
    Billy Butcher: Why you protecting Soldier Boy? If he'd have slipped me a length, I wouldn't hesitate. I'd throw him to the fucking dogs. [Gunpowder shoots Billy multiple times who slumps to ground]
    Gunpowder: [Billy gets up, opens shirt and bullets fall to ground] Oh, shit! [After a fighting round, Billy has Gunpowder pinned against vehicle] Okay, okay! Please. Soldier Boy used to slap me around a little bit, all right? It was just hazing that went too far, all right? That's it.
    Billy Butcher: What fucking happened to him?!
    Gunpowder: He didn't die in an accident, all right? The whole nuclear meltdown thing, it was just bullshit!
    Billy Butcher: I fucking know that! What killed him?!
    Gunpowder: I don't know. [Billy punches him] I- I don't know! I don't fucking know! All right? We were in Nicaragua, in fucking '84, but I didn't see it happen!
    Billy Butcher: Well, you must have seen something!
    Gunpowder: I didn't see shit! Fuck, I was just a kid! Ask the others! Ask the fucking CIA!
    Billy Butcher: CIA?!
    Gunpowder: Yeah. Yeah! We were working with the CIA!
    Billy Butcher: Who was the case officer?!
    Gunpowder: Grace! Grace... Grace Mallory! All right? Fuck! Look, please! Please, look... Look, I told you everything I know. All right? Please, just-just...
    Billy Butcher: I know you did. But it don't change what you are. [Punches him repeatedly then his eyes shoot an orange laser beam cutting Gunpowder's head and vehicle in half as Butcher screams, before shutting his eyes to halt the beam's power, grunting in pain]
    [A-Train walks out on stage of awards show]
    Ashley Barrett: What the fuck is he wearing?!
    Announcer: Yeah, all right. Let's hear it for Supersonic, everybody.
    Ashley Barrett: Get me fucking wardrobe! Get me fucking wardrobe so I can fucking choke them out!
    A-Train: All right, so now, I would like to bring out our co-captains. So let's give it up for Starlight and the man of the hour himself, Homelander! Happy birthday, Homelander.
    Homelander: Hey, thank you.
    A-Train: Yeah.
    Homelander: [muffled by the cheers and while he feigns his smile] I can see your girdle, you disgusting fat fuck! Get off the fucking stage!
    Starlight: Wow, I'm so honored to be with you guys tonight to celebrate my dear friend and mentor Homelander. I'm here to do more than wish you a happy birthday, though. I'm thrilled to be announcing a project that is near and dear to my heart. The Starlight House is a nonprofit foundation dedicated to helping homeless and at-risk youth.
    Audience heckler: Hey, Homelander! Your Nazi died!
    Ashley Barrett: Did he just say his Nazi died?
    Security: [To audience heckler, grabbing him by shoulders] Let's go.
    Starlight: Homelander... He's just, he's a human. He's just like the rest of us. And we all make mistakes, right? But we all deserve second chances. In that spirit, Homelander has agreed to donate $10 million... to the Starlight House, which is, I mean...
    Homelander: No.
    Starlight: Give... Come on. Give it up.
    Homelander: No.
    Starlight: Give it up for this guy.
    Homelander: No, no, no... Starlight lied to you just now. She did. I don't make mistakes. I'm not "just like the rest of you." I'm stronger, I'm smarter, I...[sighs] I'm better! I AM BETTER!! I'm not some weak-kneed fucking crybaby that goes around, fucking apologizing all the time. And why the fuck would you want me to be?!
    Ashley Barrett: Go to fucking commercial, Roger! Go to fucking commercial!
    Homelander: [Pointing to an off screen cameraman] Don't you DARE stop rolling, Roger! All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I'm a fucking puppet! You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what. If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do. You just don't realize it. I'm done. I am done apologizing, I am done being persecuted for my strength. 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. [Tense pause] I'm the real hero.

### "Barbary Coast" [3.03]

    [When Starlight threatens to expose Homelander by releasing the footage from Flight 37, Homelander gets out of his seat and closes the door, then turns to face her]
    Homelander: Go ahead. Release it. [Flashes sinister smile] Let's light this candle, huh? I mean, sure, I'll lose everything, but then... I'll have nothing to lose. First, I'll take out the nerve centers - White House, Pentagon - then any domestic defense capabilities, and then critical infrastructure - like cellular, internet, that kind of thing - and then... Well, I think then... I'll just wipe New York off the fuckin' map. For fun. I'll even throw in Des Moines and that little cousin-fucker hick town that Maeve's from, 'cause why not? See, Starlight, I'd prefer to be loved. I would. But if you take that away from me, well, being feared is A-1 okey doke by me. So... Go ahead, partner. Do it. [Starlight lowers her gaze] No? You don't wanna do it? Well, then, I would have to say that you have absolutely no fucking leverage, because I. Am. The Homelander. And I really can do whatever the fuck I want.

### "Glorious Five Year Plan" [3.04]

    Marvin Milk: [To guards of a top secret research facility in Russia] Red Dawn, motherfucker!
    Billy Butcher: Oi! Evening, cunts.
    Stan Edgar: [To Homelander] You are not a god, you are simply bad product.
    Hughie Campbell: Butcher, can I uh... [Butcher breathes heavily] What are you doing?
    Billy Butcher: Contingency. In case things go ass over tit at the lab. [Hughie starts closing the door]
    Hughie Campbell: I want to try some.
    Billy Butcher: [Looks at Hughie] Don't be daft. This shit is poison, Hughie. A lad like you don't want no part of it.
    Hughie Campbell: What, you mean like a loser? A fuckup?
    Billy Butcher: Sooner or later, Homelander will find Ryan. Okay? It's just a matter of time. I have to do this, all right? You don't.
    Hughie Campbell: Annie's in just as much danger. Homelander almost lasered me in half in front of her, and it was like... it was like I was back with every bully that I ever had, just taking it. And then she had to SAVE me AGAIN. [Butcher puts on his vest, Hughie looks highly suspicious]
    Hughie Campbell: Butcher, please. Please. Please. Because right now, I am so angry that I can't even BREATHE. [Exhales]
    Billy Butcher: It's shittier. It's not power. It's punishment. You don't deserve none of it. [Walks away and opens the door]
    Hughie Campbell: What, and you do?
    Billy Butcher: Get ready to go. [He starts closing the door]
    Marvin Milk: [To a nude Hughie] Your dick's out.
    Homelander: Is your idiot brain getting fucked by stupid?
    Hughie Campbell: Wait, wait, d-d-do the others know?
    Billy Butcher: No, they do not. And if they find out, I'll put you in a fucking coma.
    Stan Edgar: I can't drop by on a whim?
    Victoria Neuman: You never do anything on a whim.
    Mother's Milk: How could anybody be such a complete asshole?
    Billy Butcher: Practice.
    Mother's Milk: Any idea what this Supe gun is supposed to look like?
    Billy Butcher: Ain't the joy in the discovery, eh?
    A-Train: Who asked you? Back there. Who the fuck asked you for your opinion?
    The Deep: [In offended tone] I am a member of this team.
    A-Train: Please. [Looks around, then raises his voice slightly] Homelander's a great man. [Lowers his voice] But the way that you kiss his ass is fuckin' gross.
    The Deep: Hey, man. Look, I get it, okay? This is tough. Y'know, me handpicked by Homelander to come back, and you on your way out again. And a rebrand? Oh, this late in the game? Ouch. The new A-Train. How'd that work out for Eagle the Archer when he became Eagle the Rapper? Oh, that's right, it fucking didn't. It's just sad, man.
    A-Train: You're like Ashton Kutcher fucked a clownfish. You're a joke, and you're so dumb, you don't even know it.
    The Deep: [gets in A-Train's face and whispers angrily in his ear] Oh, yeah? Well, how 'bout I tell Homelander who really leaked all that Nazi shit on Stormfront?
    A-Train: How 'bout I tell him you fished the Flight 37 video out of the Atlantic and gave it to Maeve? [Deep shoves him away]
    The Deep: What, come on! Run at me, bro! I forgot your legs don't fuckin' work! [A-Train punches him hard in the chest] [Bends down in pain] You gill-punched me!
    A-Train: Yeah!
    The Deep: Motherfucker! [Tackles A-Train into the wall, but both collapse to the ground, groaning in pain; Homelander walks up to them]
    Homelander: Boys, boys, boys... [helps up Deep to his feet and pats him on the back, then looks down at A-Train still on the ground] A-Train... just stay there and rest those useless fuckin' legs.
    A-Train: We gotta listen to each other. A-Train's Turbo Rush Energy Drink.
    Little Nina: Does your bureau know you're giving me their nice clean money?
    Ashley Barrett: Social justice is so important around here.
    Little Nina: William Butcher. Sergei. Why you not tell me he so delicious?
    Homelander: I am sick and tired of the lies peddled by the mainstream.
    Queen Maeve: I also hear that I wake up six days a week, hungover, tits deep in some random fuck pile. People think what I want them to.
    Homelander: Let's just say that Maeve can bend a pipe without using her hands.
    Hughie Campbell: I'm gonna save you, for once.
    Also Ashley: To be silent is to be complicit.
    Stan Edgar: Homelander might bark a little, but he won't bite.
    Stan Edgar: Eventually, probably soon, the world will recognize you for the pitiful disappointment you are. You are not worthy of my respect.
    Stan Edgar: One thing I taught her is to play all sides.
    Homelander: Heavy flow day? Just kidding. Be honest. Thinking of popping my melon?
    Homelander: Boys. Boys. Boys. A-Train. Just stay there and rest those useless fucking legs.
    Ashley Barrett: Is your idiot brain getting fucked by stupid? No, that's not rhetorical. Answer me.
    Ashley Barrett: It's like the script was written by chapped ass monkeys, am I right? It's so bad.
    Homelander: Anyone who's been hiding behind his little apron, well, that's over now, too. It's a new day, people. The dawn of the seven.
    Mother's Milk: Rocky IV, motherfucker!
    Homelander: Find your own way home.
    A-Train: You're like Ashton Kutcher fucked a clown fish.
    The Deep: This is muy delicioso.
    Soldier Boy: I'm fucking with you. Get over yourself. You really think my grandmother's gonna let me marry the whitest girl in all of white?

### "The Last Time to Look on This World of Lies" [3.05]

    Billy Butcher: With great power comes the absolute certainty that you'll turn into a right cunt.
    The Legend: I swear on my kids' lives.
    Billy Butcher: You hate your fucking kids.
    The Legend: So would you, if you met them.
    Crimson Countess: Ben? Is that really you? You look so young.
    Soldier Boy: You don't.
    Crimson Countess: I'm so, so sorry. It wasn't my idea. God, you got to believe me. I-I...
    Soldier Boy: How much the the Russians pay you? Hmm?
    Crimson Countess: They didn't.
    Soldier Boy: What? They didn't pay you anything? I loved you. All those years... that they burned me and that they pumped me full of poison, I held onto the hope that you would come. That you would save me. Because I still loved you.
    Crimson Countess: I didn't love you. I hated you. We all did.
    Soldier Boy: You're that asshole from the lab.
    Billy Butcher: That's right. I'm the arsehole that let you out. Russian Porta-Loos, eh? You want the Countess's head on a spike, don't you? Well, she's in there, yours for the taking. Consider it a gesture of good faith.
    Soldier Boy: Good faith for what?
    Billy Butcher: I was thinking that you and I could come to a little arrangement. What you lot call a team up.
    Homelander: [Maeve is a guest on Homelander's talk show appearance after Soldier Boy's attack] You think it really was Edgar and the mayor? Maybe Jake Tapper. Just trying to fuck with me? Make me look ridiculous?
    Queen Maeve: Or maybe, you're just a paranoid malignant narcissist who thinks everything is about you.
    Homelander: [smiles slyly] Mmm, it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you, though. And you, Maeve... you're out to get me, aren't you?
    Queen Maeve: What are you talking about?
    Homelander: William Butcher. I can smell him all over you. You really will do anything to hurt me, won't you? So, what are you and William cooking up, hmm? Maybe you two brought that supervillain to town.
    Queen Maeve: Oh, John. John! Come on. You're talking crazy. I'm not cooking anything up with Butcher. Let's talk about this.
    Homelander: Don't you dare fucking John me. You're not gonna weasel your way out of this. You know, the real tragic thing in all of this is that more than anyone, I knew what it was like for you. Swarmed everywhere we went, every little mistake front-page news. It is lonely at the top, yes, but at least we had each other. We were lonely together. And I loved you, in my own... way. But you... what happened? Was anything about us ever real? Hmm?
    Queen Maeve: [Leans forward and whispers in his ear] From the start... I hated you. But what's more... I fucking pitied you.
    Homelander: [Struggling to keep his rage under control] You're completely and utterly alone. You're getting old and bitter. You pity me? [Chuckles incredulously] That's actually kinda funny, don't you think? [Leans into Maeve's face with a sinister smile] Hey. You wanna know something else that's funny? [Looks over Maeve's shoulder and raises his eyebrows; Maeve turns to look and Black Noir suddenly attacks her]
    Starlight: [In Hallway] Supersonic trusted you, and you got him killed.
    A-Train: I don't know what you're talking about.
    Starlight: You fucking coward. Why are you so desperate to be with people who hate you? [Walks away]
    Ashley Barrett: [Reads off card of gift flower basket] Congrats from Lindsey Graham. [To A-Train] He's such a gooch-licker. Anyway, I hope you know how much Homelander appreciates your loyalty. Now more than ever, he needs people he can trust. So, to thank you for being a team player, Homelander has agreed to a meeting with you and Blue Hawk.
    A-Train: Okay, great. Thanks.
    Ashley Barrett: Yeah. I'll just pop outside and get him. [Walks over to door]
    A-Train: What? Like, right now?
    Ashley Barrett: [Opens door] Hi.
    Blue Hawk: Hey. [Walks in]
    Ashley Barrett: Thanks for coming on such short notice, Blue Hawk.
    Blue Hawk: Oh. [Points and laughs heartily] A-Train. Hey. Big fan.
    A-Train: Cool. Yeah. [Blue Hawk sits] Blue Hawk. Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about your patrols in Trenton. Little excessive.
    Blue Hawk: Hmm? Says who?
    A-Train: Well, a lot of Black folks.
    Blue Hawk: No. No. This has nothing to do with... African Americans. You and me both trained with Coach Brink at school. We were taught to dominate totally.
    A-Train: Yeah, but you're mostly just doing it in- in Black neighborhoods. And you don't want people to say that you're being racist, right?
    Blue Hawk: You know, it's actually racist to call somebody racist. What is this? Is this, like, a "cancel" thing? Am I being canceled? What can I do to make this right?
    A-Train: Wouldn't take much. [Chuckles] I don't know. Make an apology or some shit.
    Ashley Barrett: What a great idea. Thank you for saying that. I'm sure Homelander would really, really appreciate that, Blue Hawk.
    Blue Hawk: Hey, name the time and place.
    Ashley Barrett: It is so important to do the work, to have the difficult conversations. This is so great, you guys.

### "Herogasm" [3.06]

    Hughie: You never apologized for Robin.
    A-Train: Jesus, you wanna do this right now?
    Hughie: Yeah, I do. You just get away with everything, don't you? Just running past all the broken people you leave behind!
    A-Train: Alright. You know what?
    Hughie: What?
    A-Train: I'm sorry. Is that what you wanna hear? 'Cause I am. Okay? It's fucked up, seeing somebody that you love get... hurt like that. I'm sorry... I'm fuckin' sorry, Hughie.
    Mirror Homelander: Why the long face, tiger?
    Homelander: What if I can't handle him? I mean... If Noir ran--
    Mirror Homelander: Oh, you can handle him. You're the top of the food chain! Hey, hey... when we were kids, alone in the Bad Room, I got us through it, right? Don't I always?
    Homelander: Always.
    Mirror Homelander: No matter what.
    Homelander: No matter what.
    Mirror Homelander: And now, I'll get us through this, just as long as you and me stick together.
    Homelander: What if Edgar's right? What if it was a-- a mistake to take over Vought? And then... I am just talent, and they all know I'm a fraud?
    Mirror Homelander: Now, what do you care what a bunch of mud people think? C'mon. Tell me the real reason, I wanna hear you say it. SAY IT!
    Homelander: I want them to... love me.
    Mirror Homelander: Yahtzee! And it never seems to work out, does it? Madeline, Maeve, Stormfront, even your own son. So why do you keep running headfirst into the same brick wall?
    Homelander: I don't know.
    Mirror Homelander: Pants on fire! You know. It's because, deep down, there's a part of you that is still... human.
    Homelander: [on the verge of tears] No...
    Mirror Homelander: Mm-hm, part of you is. A dirty, shrivelled, anaemic little part of you that still mewls for approval and love and a mommy and a daddy and oh, boo-hoo-hoo! [As mirror Homelander says this, the real Homelander cries in shame] Look at me, tiger. Look at me. We gotta cut that part of you out like a cancer. And then? Well then, my boy, you can finally be who you were always meant to be. Pure. Clean. Like marble.
    Homelander: [To Soldier Boy] You were my hero growing up. I watched all your movies, hundreds of times. You were the only one that was nearly as strong as me.
    Soldier Boy: Buddy... you think you look strong? You're wearing a cape. You're just a cheap fuckin' knockoff.
    Homelander: Oh, no, no, no... I'm the upgrade.
    [The two commence battle. As Homelander has Soldier Boy on the ropes, Butcher steps into view]
    Butcher: Oi. [Homelander turns to him, and is shot by Butcher's eyebeams]
    Homelander: [genuinely shook] What the fuck? [he rises] What have you done?
    Butcher: Scorched Earth.
    Love Sausage: You are not Supe.
    Marvin Milk: I'm with her. For the fuck party.
    Annie January: Yeah. Um, mm-hmm. No, he's very good at cunnilingus. Yeah, his tongue is just...
    Love Sausage: Oh, yeah?
    Annie January: Yeah. He just gobbles that vagina right up. Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom.
    A-Train: [Spots Blue Hawk trying to flee from the carnage] Blue Hawk!
    Blue Hawk: What?
    A-Train: We gotta talk.
    Blue Hawk: Jesus Christ, not right now! There's a psycho back there! [A-Train grabs Blue Hawk by the throat] Get your fucking hands off me.
    A-Train: You hurt a lot of people. You hurt my brother. You're not gonna get away with it. Not this time. [Slams Blue Hawk to the ground then runs off and brutally drags Blue Hawk to his death]
    Soldier Boy: I read up that we were ass up in Afghanistan. The fuck is up with that? Those were the good guys.
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah, you know...
    Soldier Boy: I mean, when I left, it was uh... I mean, goddamn it. We-we were ten and one, you know? I lead the 116th onto Omaha Beach. I was in the fucking Eagles Nest. I fought for this country. I fought for this country. And what did I get for it? Forgotten. Left to rot by my own team.
    Hughie Campbell: Oh, okay. So, this-this is an actual orgy. That's what this is.
    Billy Butcher: Fucking Herogasm. Still a thing, eh?
    Soldier Boy: It's my thing. I founded it in '52. Me and this other Supe, Liberty. Man, was she a firecracker.
    Billy Butcher: Frenchie's gonna be real heartbroken he missed this.
    Annie January: [Being live-streamed] I'm in Montpellier, in Vermont. 12 heroes and civilians are dead. A lot more are wounded. Now Homelander and Vought are going to tell you that it was the super villain and that they have it handled. They don't. It was Soldier Boy. I know I sound insane. But Soldier Boy doesn't care about protecting Americans and he probably never has. Most heroes don't care about you. They only care about their image. And Homelander is the worst of them. He's hurt people. He's done something to Maeve. I don't know what they're going to do to me for telling the truth. But I'm going to keep doing it and I should have done it sooner and I'm sorry. And one more thing - I'm not Starlight any more. My name is Annie January and I fucking quit.
    Soldier Boy: Do men really walk around like that?
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah. I mean, dads do.
    Soldier Boy: Okay, well... Bill Cosby is America's dad, and, I tell you one thing, he wouldn't be caught dead in that pussy gear.
    Hughie Campbell: Lot to unpack there. Uh...
    Soldier Boy: The Cos. That's a real man. Holy shit, did he make some strong drinks.
    Hughie Campbell: [Whispers] Holy fucking shit.
    Soldier Boy: But, seriously, what passes as a man today? Christ on a cross.
    Ashley Barrett: [To A-Train after he demands justice for what Blue Hawk did to his brother] I have spent over a hundred hours in crisis management meetings specifically figuring out how to cover up your bullshit... including all three of your straight-up murders while you were out in the club with your crew or getting your toes sucked by Popclaw, who, let's not forget, you also murdered. Yeah, that's right. I know about that. You did not give a shit about all the collateral you caused then. Now, all of a sudden, you care because it happened to you? Go fuck yourself. Yeah, that's right. I said it. Out loud.
    Marvin Milk: [Annie hands Mother's Milk her smartphone] This is a bad idea.
    Annie January: Homelander helped make me America's Sweetheart. He's gonna regret that.
    Homelander: Soldier Boy.
    The Deep: No, that's impossible. He died, like, 40 years ago.
    Ashley Barrett: Someone's cosplaying?
    Homelander: Look at his face. It's him.
    The Deep: Or maybe CGI.
    Ashley Barrett: It is not CGI. You don't even know what CGI stands for.
    The Deep: It stands for "blow me."
    Annie January: I think Soldier Boy is bulletproof.
    Marvin Milk: This ain't for Soldier Boy.
    Annie January: Look, I'm pissed at those guys, too, but we have to keep our heads on.
    Marvin Milk: Why? Why do I always have to take the high road? You know, when white folks get mad, y'all motherfuckers go berserk, but I got to turn the other cheek? Fuck the high road, fuck Butcher, and fuck Hughie.
    Annie January: Hughie is not himself right now.
    Marvin Milk: Hughie is a grown-ass man that's made his own choices.
    Annie January: M.M.! Please. Soldier Boy is gonna kill more people. I mean, fuck. Kimiko is in the hospital. She lost her powers. Frenchie isn't answering, Alex is dead, and Maeve... [pause] We're all we got. It's up to us.
    [Soldier Boy confronts the terrified TNT Twins at Herogasm]
    Tessa: Nicaragua wasn't our fault.
    Tommy: Yeah, swear to God.
    Soldier Boy: Then whose fault was it? If you tell me, maybe I'll let you go.
    Tommy: [Stammers] I-it was Noir. It was Noir's idea, top to bottom. He gave you to the Russians. Please...
    Soldier Boy: [Not convinced] Noir?
    Tommy: Uh-huh.
    Tessa: Yeah.
    Soldier Boy: Noir wouldn't take a shit without Vought's say-so.
    Tessa: Please? It's the truth. [Russian music plays in the background, triggering Soldier Boy's PTSD and causing him to gradually lose control]
    Tessa: [To Tommy] Give me your hand.
    Tommy: It's been years.
    Tessa: Do you wanna die? [Tommy takes Tessa's hand, and they aim their free hands at Soldier Boy]
    TNT Twins: TNT DETONATE! [Sparks crackles from their hands, but nothing explodes. Soldier Boy unwillingly releases his radiation beam, killing the Twins and many other partygoers and destroying the mansion in the process]

### "Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed" [3.07]

    Soldier Boy: Fall, 1980. I get called into Vogelbaum's lab for an experiment, some shit about genetics. I still remember the Penthouse I used: June. Danielle Deneaux, bush like a pomeranian.
    Homelander: What?
    Soldier Boy: I beat my meat into a cup. Turns out, Vogelbaum made a kid, born Spring 1981. You know what the bitch of it is? If they'd have just kept me around, I'd have let you take the spotlight. What father wouldn't want that for his son?
    Queen Maeve: This is still a top 3 day in my life. Because today is the day I saw you scared.
    Soldier Boy: [To Sheep Black Noir after brutalizing him] You think you can be me? You're not a movie star. You're not shit. I see you getting out of line again, trying to move on up, I will put you in the fucking ground. Understood?
    Hughie Campbell: You might want to lay off the weed, huh?
    Soldier Boy: And you might want to gargle my ball sack.
    Soldier Boy: [hearing nothing] What the fuck did you say?
    Hughie: Literally nothing.
    Soldier Boy Jesus. How hard?
    Hughie: What?
    Soldier Boy: How hard did Butcher suck your dick you miss him that much, hm? His mouth must feel like a Hoover Deluxe.
    Hughie: God, everything you say is so gross! He saved me. More than once, okay? So I owe him.
    Soldier Boy: Oh, bullshit. [tosses weed away] You're on a mission, you get the job done, okay? I stormed Normandy. I fought the Nazis. You wanna know what I do when I'm sad? Or scared, hmm? Fucking nothing. 'Cause I'm not a fucking pussy.
    Marvin Milk: Get the fuck out the car.
    Todd: What's wrong?
    Marvin Milk: You heard me.
    Janine: Daddy?
    Marvin Milk: Hey, baby. I need you to go inside the house with your mama. Daddy needs to talk to Todd alone.
    Janine: Okay.
    Marvin Milk: All right.
    Monique: Marvin, what are you doing here?
    Marvin Milk: You're okay with this?
    Monique: What?
    Marvin Milk: He took her to a Homelander rally.
    Todd: Yeah, so?
    Monique: Excuse me. You took her where?
    Todd: It's fine.
    Monique: No, it is not fine. You didn't ask me. Janine. Come on. Inside, honey.
    Todd: Everything's fine. Just relax.
    Marvin Milk: Don't tell me to relax, Todd. Soldier Boy is out there gunning for Homelander. Do you have any idea what kind of danger you put my baby girl in?
    Todd: There's no danger. [Chuckles] Starlight is making all that up. Read any news outside the establishment media.
    Marvin Milk: Todd, Todd, they're lying.
    Todd: Really? All of them?
    Marvin Milk: All of them. Homelander is lying to you. He's a fucking psychopath.
    Todd: Worse than Starlight? She's trafficking kids the same age as Janine, as the... as the kids in my classroom. Homelander is the only one protecting them.
    Monique: Okay, you guys. That's enough.
    Marvin Milk: Homelander ain't protecting shit, all right? He's feeding you this insane fairy tale, and you're too fucking stupid and-and brainwashed to fucking see it!
    Todd: Hey, fuck you. [Chuckles]
    Monique: Both of you, stop.
    Marvin Milk: You know what? If you want to risk your life, fine. Have at it. But not with my baby girl. You're not her father.
    Todd: Someone's got to be. [Marvin floors Todd with a right hook]
    Monique: Marvin! [Voice breaking] Oh, my God, Todd. Todd. Oh, my God, Todd. Todd. Todd. Open your eyes. Wake up.
    [Priest and nun are standing at stalled vehicle in road with Hugh and Soldier Boy leaving forest]
    Nun: Maybe we should walk back to that town we saw. It was, like, five miles away.
    Priest: It'll take forever to get there.
    Nun: We're never gonna get to the retreat now.
    Priest: Oh! Oh, you startled me. Son, are-are you a superhero?
    Soldier Boy: Yes, Father. You folks need some help?
    Nun: Yes. Yes, please.
    Soldier Boy: Okay, well, it's not safe. There's a fugitive in the area. You should get out of here before you get hurt.
    Priest: Uh, well, we can't. I don't suppose either of you know engines?
    Soldier Boy: I'll have a look.
    Priest: Oh, I'd appreciate that very much.
    Hugh Campbell: Uh, so, where you guys headed?
    Priest: We're just on our way to a Samaritan's Embrace retreat over there in Danville. [Soldier Boy shoots priest in the head]
    Hugh Campbell: Oh! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What the fuck?!
    Soldier Boy: This is Mindstorm's MO. He brainwashed them. That priest was gonna shank us. And she will, too.
    Hugh Campbell: Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.
    Nun: [Kneels down to Priest's body on road] Father Wallace, no!
    Hugh Campbell: Hey, hey, she doesn't look brainwashed to me.
    Soldier Boy: Take my word for it. Everyone's coming for us. Everyone, every day.
    Hugh Campbell: Whoa, no! No, no! You have PTSD! You have PTSD, and you are super fucking stoned! All right?! Maybe this isn't what you think it is!
    Soldier Boy: Move. Move!
    Hugh Campbell: She's a human being! A nun! And if there's one thing I know...
    Nun: [Jumps on Hugh's back and biting him on neck] Die, you fucking cocksuckers!
    Hugh Campbell: Oh, my God! Do something!
    Soldier Boy: If you stay still, I...
    Hugh Campbell: Fuck you! Get her off me! [Soldier Boy shoots nun in head] Oh! Fuck me! No! Hard pass on this Exorcist shit!
    Soldier Boy: [After shooting a priest and a nun] What's black and white and red all over? [To Hugh] Okay, first off, I don't have shell shock, fuck you! Second, this is what I'm talking about, THIS is being a soldier! [Walks back into forest] Come on! [With Hugh doing the signum crucis signing and following]

### "The Instant White-Hot Wild" [3.08]

    Hughie Campbell: If Soldier Boy goes through with this, thousands will die. Help us stop him.
    Billy Butcher: This ain't a bloody kinder care we're on about, son. It's Vought fucking Tower.
    Frenchie: Becca worked in the Tower.
    Billy Butcher: You shut your fucking cake hole, Frenchie.
    Frenchie: No. No! No, my cake hole will remain open! You will never command me again. I am done with your cruelty! I deserve respect! And we all deserve paid vacation days, and a dental plan!
    Hughie Campbell: Hey, Maeve. Good to see you again. Glad you're okay.
    Queen Maeve: It's like you wear a neon sign that says, "Raw dog me, I'm a bottom."
    Homelander: Listen, Ryan. Your mom, she wanted what's best for you. And so do I. You have a real family.
    Ryan: But aren't you mad at me? For what I did?
    Homelander: You know it wasn't your fault, right? Son, when you're as strong as we are, accidents happen, things break... and sometimes they are the things that you love the most. But- but that's all it is: An accident. And nobody on this earth knows that better than me. Nobody. That's why I'm always gonna love you. No matter what happens, no matter... what you do. I'm not going anywhere. I will always be here.
    Starlight: Thank you. For everything.
    Queen Maeve: First time your prissy ass showed up at the Tower, crying in that bathroom... You saved me. Truth is, you... you don't need me anymore. I could jump. But you can fucking fly.
    Soldier Boy: What the fuck are you doing?
    Billy Butcher: Not the kid.
    Soldier Boy: Oh, I thought you said blood didn't matter. Thought that was the whole fucking point.
    Billy Butcher: He's my wife's son.
    Soldier Boy: Wait, Homelander fucked your wife? And you wanna save the brat? The hell's wrong with you?
    Billy Butcher: I made a promise.
    Soldier Boy: So this is it. Everything you wanted, he's right fucking there -- and now you blink?
    Billy Butcher: Stand down.
    Soldier Boy: Fuck you! You're weaker than he is.
    Soldier Boy: I'm not going back in that fucking box!
    Billy Butcher: That cunt's gotta go.
    Soldier Boy: It's a shame that I've missed so much. I wish I could've raised you and taught you, father to son. Maybe if I'd raised you, I could've made you better. And not some weak, sniveling pussy, starved for attention. But there's no fixing that now.
    Homelander: Weak? I'm you.
    Soldier Boy: I know. You're a fucking disappointment.
    Hughie Campbell: Literally every neuron in your brain is screaming "I told you so," so why don't you just say it before your head explodes.
    Starlight: Oh, my God! I fucking told you so.
    Hughie Campbell: Feel good to get that out?
    Starlight: So satisfying.
    Hughie Campbell: We save everyone. Even if they don't deserve it. Especially if they don't deserve it.
    Marvin Milk: We're gonna break into Vought Tower, while you go to the lab crawling with armed guards and you're gonna cook up the world's most dangerous neurotoxin with, what, a little moxie and a little Mr. Wizard know-how while we hold off Homelander and Soldier Boy?
    Frenchie: Uh... oui.
    Soldier Boy: I'd have let you take the spotlight. What father wouldn't want that for his son ?
    Soldier Boy: [Sniffs at a bottle of whiskey] Whoa. That brings me back. Used to sneak my dad's Manhattans when I was a kid.
    Billy Butcher: I didn't have to nick nothin' from my old man. He used to get me and me little brother lagered just for the hell of it.
    Soldier Boy: Well, I gotta admit, that does sound funny. The old man still around?
    Billy Butcher: Arse cancer. Shittin' his guts out as we speak, one hopes. [Pause]
    Soldier Boy: You ever see The Soldier Boy Story?
    Billy Butcher: Musta missed it.
    Soldier Boy: It's a classic. We lost Best Picture to An American in Paris that year. Least I got to assfuck Jane Wyman in the coat check. About a poor kid from the streets of South Philly. Discovers he's got incredible powers to match his heart of gold. It was all bullshit.
    Billy Butcher: Blimey, you don't say.
    Soldier Boy: Actually, my father owned half the steel mills in the state. I went to boarding school. Got kicked out of boarding school. Because I was a fuckup. And he made sure I knew it.
    Billy Butcher: Used the belt, did he?
    Soldier Boy: Never laid a hand on me. He couldn't be bothered. He said I was a disappointment. Not good enough to carry his name. So I went to his golf buddies in the War Department, and they got me into Dr. Vought's Compound V trials. I became a superhero. Strongest man alive, fuckin' ticker-tape parades when I came home.
    Billy Butcher: And what did the old man say then?
    Soldier Boy: Ah. He said I took a shortcut. That a real man wouldn't have cheated. [Pause, then he clears his throat uncomfortably] How 'bout you, you got kids?
    Billy Butcher: It's complicated.
    Soldier Boy: I always assumed I had a few out there. Somewhere. I always wanted 'em. 'Cause I thought I could do it better than my father did.
    Billy Butcher: Homelander ain't yours. Not really.
    Soldier Boy: He's the only blood I've got left.
    Billy Butcher: It don't matter. You didn't name him, didn't raise him. Vought grew him in a fucking test tube to take your place. He's the fucking reason they left you to rot with the Ivans. Look, mate... we had a deal. [Pause, then Soldier Boy takes a long drink of whiskey, stands up, and walks out]
    Soldier Boy: I'm gonna get some air.
    Starlight: I really thought that deep down you were a hero.
    Queen Maeve: Well, you were wrong. There's no such thing.
    Marvin Milk: 'Cause from where I'm standing, we're fucked with no grease.
    Starlight: Butcher isn't gonna like it.
    Frenchie: Butcher can suck my shit.
    Homelander: You should've told me.
    Marvin Milk: You ain't no hero. You're just another racist piece of shit we can't seem to get rid of.
    Billy Butcher: Well, you can kindly fuck off then.
    Hughie Campbell: Have you ever had Pizza Rolls?
    Homelander: I don't need any of you. Remember that.
    Homelander: I knew your fast ball would come in sooner or later.
    Soldier Boy: Maybe if I'd raised you, I could've made you better. And not some weak, sniveling pussy, starved for attention. But there's no fixing that now.
    Hughie Campbell: You saved me, in the shittiest way possible, but still.
    Soldier Boy: You little shit!
    Homelander: You ARE America. True patriots.
    Cassandra: You don't know the real Kevin, and you wouldn't like him if you did.
    Water Bottle Guy: Fuck you, Precious!
    Marvin Milk: Most important shit of my life and I'm countin' on coked out eurotrash... shit's bafflin'.
    Marvin Milk: [Billy smashes Soldier Boy's shield] Yeah! Fuck your shield, bitch!
    Marvin Milk: [The Boy are forcibly attempting to disable Soldier Boy with a medical inhalant mask] You ain't no hero! You're just another racist piece of shit we can't seem to get rid of! This is for my family!
    Marvin Milk: You know, for the longest time, Janine, I... I didn't want to bring you into this. But you know what? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Truth is, superheroes aren't always good. One of them, Soldier Boy... killed a lot of our family members a long time ago. It makes me sad. Sometimes it makes me mad when I think about it. But... [clicks tongue] your granddaddy, he spent his entire life fighting to get justice. And now I do, too. I just want you to know that you should be proud. Your granddaddy... Now, he was a real hero.
    Janine: You're my hero, Daddy.
    Marvin Milk: Thank you.
    Starlight: Well, you, uh... you look like shit.
    Queen Maeve: [Jokingly] Fuck off, Smurfette.
    Starlight: You gonna be okay?
    Queen Maeve: Yeah, slowly, painfully, like every other powerless schmuck in America, thanks to Soldier Boy. Question: should I get a pirate patch or the Sammy Davis glass eye?
    Starlight: Oh, the pirate patch, no question.
    Queen Maeve: You ready?
    Elena: [Walks up] Hey.
    Starlight: Hey, Elena. [Elena walks up to Maeve resting hands on her shoulders] Where will you guys go?
    Queen Maeve: I don't know, somewhere Homelander won't find me. A farm, ideally.
    Elena: She's from Modesto. She was a Future Farmer of America.
    Queen Maeve: Great.
    Elena: Mm-hmm. [Chuckles]
    Starlight: Thank you. For everything.
    Queen Maeve: First time your prissy ass showed up at the Tower, [Starlight chuckles] crying in that bathroom... You saved me. Truth is, you... you don't need me anymore. I could jump. But you can fucking fly. [They chuckle and hug] Oh. You're like a walking Hallmark card, enough. Enough. Bye. [Queen Maeve and Elena walk away]
    TV newscaster: After the tragic drowning of presumptive VP candidate Lamar Bishop, we go live to the Singer campaign in Sioux Falls, where Dakota Bob just announce his new running mate. What would you like to say to the American people?
    Victoria "Vic" Neuman: As the next vice president, I will work hard to provide a safe and secure future for all citizens, on both sides of the political divide. And that's why I am so proud to have her on my team.
    Billy Butcher: [Watching TV] Well... that bitch has definitely got to go.