# The Boys (TV series)/Season 1

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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.

### The Name of the Game [1.1]

    Hughie: Okay! Uh, what exactly can I do for you?
    Billy Butcher: No, you got it all wrong, Hughie. It's what I can do for you. See, you ain't alone, son. Happens a lot more than you think. Supes lose hundreds of people each year to collateral damage.
    Hughie: No! C'mon, that would be all over the news! People would be screaming bloody murder.
    Billy Butcher: Yeah, look, there might be the odd mention of it every now and again, like with Robin, but there's a shit sight more that happens that just gets swept right under the rug.
    Hughie: ...why?
    Billy Butcher: Ain't it obvious? Movie tickets, merchandising, theme parks, video games. A multi-billion dollar global industry supported by corporate lobbyists and politicians on both sides. But the main reason that you won't hear about it... is because the public don't wanna know about it. See, people love that cozy feeling that supes give 'em. Some golden cunts swoop out the sky and save the day, so you don't go and do it yourself. But if you knew half the shit they get up to... [tsks] Fucking diabolical. But that... is where I come in.
    Hughie: Come in to... to do what?
    Billy Butcher: Spank the bastards when they get out of line.
    [Butcher is speaking with Hughie in the car before he enter Vought Tower]
    Butcher: This is like that scene in The Matrix. Now, you could take the fuckin' red pill, right? Spend the rest of your life jacking off, crying into your chai tea green latte, what the fuck, or... you could take the blue pill. Or was it the red pill? Anyway, take the other pill, and quit being a cunt.
    Hughie: Which pill do you want me to take?
    Butcher: Just quit being a cunt, is what I'm saying.
    Billy Butcher: [approaching Translucent] Well, well, well, if it ain't the invisible cunt.

### "Cherry" [1.02]

    Hughie Campbell: I'm not a murderer.
    Billy Butcher: That's all right. I am.
    Frenchie: [Has a pill] Here take it.
    Hughie Campbell: What is that?
    Frenchie: It will help you with your, uh, anxiety. It's LSD and MDMA. This is a candy flip. It'll smooth you right out. Take it.
    Hughie Campbell: Uh, thank you, but I-I don't think now is the time for a major hallucinogen.
    Starlight: See I asked around. You're not number two around here. You're just the fish guy. Everyone thinks you're a joke. Me most of all. I cannot believe I fell for your crap.
    The Deep: You stuck-up little...
    Starlight: You ever... touch me again, [her eyes light up] I will burn your eyes out. You understand me?
    Madelyn Stillwell: Gods are pure and perfect. And above the law. And the need to stay that way.
    Madelyn Stillwell: Do you know what's interesting? The Deep told me, and only me, that there were scorch marks on the mayor's engine almost like two small high intensity beams roughly the with of human eyes.
    Homelander: Say what you mean to say.
    Madelyn Stillwell: Your brand is hope, baseball, America, sunshine. You don't do vengeance.
    Homelander: Madelyn, I heard him. Through the walls. He was blackmailing you.
    Madelyn Stillwell: I'm the last person you need to save.
    Homelander: But I did it for you.
    Madelyn Stillwell: I know. but did the timing occur to you? I have half the senate's comity coming tonight.
    Homelander: Listen, Anika. I'm the Homelander. And I can do whatever the fuck I want. OK?
    Homelander: I'm the Homelander, and I can do whatever the fuck I want.
    Madelyn Stillwell: You're really gonna clutch your pearls, Senator.
    Translucent: I'm Translucent. I'm invincible!
    Madelyn Stillwell: Why have average when you can have extraordinary?
    Homelander: I trust we never have to have this conversation again.
    The Deep: Catch my dive in the water? Fuckin' cherry.
    Senator Calhoun: Hey, that feels different.
    Ashley Barrett: When you're in the big leagues, you flip it!
    Billy Butcher: We don't want your fuckin' money.
    Starlight: The girl said no!
    Translucent: You're not the hero of the story, and I'm not the one who's trapped.

### "Get Some" [1.03]

    Billy Butcher: We'll cross that bridge when we burn it.
    Marvin Milk: Who's this guy?
    Billy Butcher: The new lad. Hughie. Hughie, Mother's Milk.
    Hughie Campbell: That's a... nickname?
    Marvin Milk: No, my mother actually named me "Mother's Milk".
    Hughie Campbell: Did-did she?
    Marvin Milk: So we got a French whore and a Stephen fucking Hawking. Great job, Butcher.
    Billy Butcher: Well, it was Stephen fucking Hawking who dusted the Supe.
    Marvin Milk: Not until this frog gets what's coming.
    Frenchie: Only thing that is coming is me on your mother's titties!
    Homelander: Let's hear it for my buddy A-Train! Am I right? [The crowd cheers; laughs and mutters under his breath] You fucking cocksuckers.
    Starlight: [After Starlight is presented with a revealing new costume] Look, I appreciate the effort. I really do. But I prefer my old outfit.
    Madelyn Stillwell: We're not.
    Starlight: Excuse me?
    Madelyn Stillwell: Starlight, like I said before, this is a partnership. And in a partnership we give and we take.
    Starlight: It's my body. I have the right to choose how much of it I show.
    Madelyn Stillwell: That is true, you do. You just won't be doing it in The Seven, unless it is wrapped in that.

### "The Female of the Species" [1.04]

    Billy Butcher: What's Sporty Spice up to?
    Marvin Milk: Who?
    Billy Butcher: Sporty fucking Spice. What is she up to?
    Marvin Milk: I don't know.
    Billy Butcher: Exactly. How about Posh? You know what she's doing?
    Frenchie: I don't understand.
    Billy Butcher: Making clothes for anorexics. Right? Not exactly a growth market. And Baby? You know what she's doing? Fuck all. Not even page six of the Daily Mail. And Scary Spice? Up to her eyeballs in lawsuits and sex tapes. Ginger, on the other hand, has released three albums: Passion, Schizophoni, and Scream If You Want to Go Faster. They'll all make your ears bleed. You see, when they're apart, they're absolute fucking rubbish. But, you put them together... they're the goddamn fucking Spice Girls.
    Marvin Milk: How do you know so much about the Spice Girls?
    Frenchie: You need to unclench your asshole.
    Marvin Milk: You need to eat my clenched asshole.
    Homelander: [To airplane passengers that he is supposed to rescue but has actually secured their demise] You stay back! All of you, stay back! [his eyes light up] You stay the fuck back or I'll laser you, goddamnit! I'LL LASER EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU!

### "Good for the Soul" [1.05]

    Billy Butcher: Security's tighter than a choir boy's asshole.
    Pastor: I'm- I'm not really sure what you're saying, son.
    Billy Butcher: I'm saying that if there is some geezer up there with a big white beard, he's a world heavyweight cunt.
    Marvin Milk: What?
    Pastor: I-I'm sorry, did you just call God a C-word?
    Billy Butcher: Yeah. He's got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer,to the existential clusterfuck that is humanity is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank. That is a cunt move. Come on, even you got to agree with me there.
    Marvin Milk: Hey, hey, hey, please...
    Billy Butcher: We should lob a fucking nuke at him, get it over and done with. You know what I'm saying?
    Marvin Milk: We're sorry, sir. We apologize. My man...
    Billy Butcher: All right. Good talk. Think about it. I'm here all day, all right?
    Marvin Milk: You mind pipin' it down just a little bit, huh?
    Billy Butcher: Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to offend your inner black Baptist mum shoutin', "Praise the Lord!"
    Marvin Milk: Fuck you, I'm Episcopalian. And there's nothin' wrong with havin' a little church up in you, you know?
    Billy Butcher: Said the bishop to the nun.
    Marvin Milk: This kid needs to be trained up, Butcher.
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah. Yeah, what he said. I-I don't know how to blackmail anyone.
    Billy Butcher: Hughie, you've done a murder. Comparatively speaking, this will be a piece of cake.
    Annie January: Every single word that I say up here, I'm reading from a script. I didn't write any of these words. I don't even know if I believe in them. I mean, I believe in God, I love God so much, but... honestly, it's... it's just how goddamn... [crowd gasps] certain everyone is around here. I mean, tickets start at, what, 170 bucks, so that these people can tell you how to get into heaven? How do they know? How does anybody know? When the bible was written, life expectancy was 30 years old. I mean, I'm not so sure you're supposed to take it literally. It also says that it's a sin to eat shrimp. What, if... if you're gay or if you're... Gandhi, you're going to hell? I mean... And if you have sex before marriage, that's... that's not immoral. That's human. What's immoral is the guy who shoved his dick in my face. [Crowd gasps again]
    The Deep: [Watching from the Seven's meeting room] Shit.
    Madelyn Stillwell: [Watching from her office] Shit.
    Annie January: [Looks over at her mom and then back to the crowd] Here's the truth. Anyone who tells you they know the answers is lying. And I know, I know, I'm supposed to be this hero-idol-symbol-whatever, but... I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I'm just as scared and confused as the rest of you. I'm done pretending, and I'm done taking any more shit. [Pause] Thank you.
    Hughie Campbell: So what they do is they take boxes full of that stuff and they ship it to hospitals all across the country. And apparently the latest one is going to the NICU at Mercer Hospital. It's in... it's midtown, I think.
    Marvin Milk: You are a natural, kid. You're like the fucking... Rain Man of fucking people over.
    Hughie Campbell: [Chuckles] Not a compliment.
    Hughie Campbell: Just... hold on a second. I want to show you something. [He takes out his phone, only to discover it's badly water-damaged and no longer functional]
    Ezekiel: What's wrong?
    Hughie Campbell: Uh... [looks up] You fucked me.
    Ezekiel: What?
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah, in a private Supe club. You know, the one on East 29th? Secret Lair, I think it's called?
    Ezekiel: [Backs away nervously] Don't know it. Nope.
    Hughie Campbell: There were three of us...
    Ezekiel: You've got nothing.
    Hughie Campbell: ...oiled up, and you... wrapped your stretchy arms around me and it was... it was so fucking hot. And your dick was so... perfect, and long, and stretchy. And you... you played my butt like jazz. With poise and skill and... willingness to improvise.

### "The Innocents" [1.06]

    [After previewing a promotional campaign commercial for The Seven]
    Sound technician: Obviously, a lot of it's temp.
    Courtenay: I love it. If we're airing on TLC between My 600-lb Life and Little People, Big World. But we're not. 'Cause we're not cheap reality garbage.
    Sound technician: Sorry, Courtenay, I thought, um... I- I was trying to go for something a bit more personable, down-to-earth.
    Courtenay: Not this down-to-earth. I need them to look like someone you'd want in the Army. We here are not fucking Heidi and Spencer. We are The Seven, James. And why isn't there anything on Starlight?
    Sound technician: She actually hasn't really made herself available to the crew.
    Courtenay: Where the hell is she?
    Newscaster 1: Has a heavenly body lost her luster? Two weeks after Starlight's shocking appearance at the Believe Expo.
    Newscaster 2: Social media is still buzzing about her controversial speech. Was it a breakdown or a triumph?
    Queen Maeve: Of course, my thoughts are with Starlight, and, uh, I support her in every way.
    Passerby interviewee: What I want to know, who's that dude that stuck his (bleeped) in her face? She should (bleeped) that (bleeped)-er in the (bleeped)-hole.
    Newscaster 2: Okay.
    Starlight: Of everything that I said, that's what they focus on.
    Hughie Campbell: Hey. Eye of the tiger. You and me, we have a Panera gift card to win.
    [Frenchie is watching a nature documentary on sharks and The Asian Female/Kimiko sits next to him]
    Frenchie: Mon coeur. Would you like me to change it?
    [The Female shakes her head]
    Frenchie: [To her] You talked to me. [To self] She talked to me.
    Marvin Milk: That's talking?
    Frenchie: Well, she communicated anyway.
    Marvin Milk: She likes Shark Week, huh? I'll call BuzzFeed.
    Frenchie: [To self] I wonder if she lived by the water. [Gets off couch and walks to Marvin Milk] You know, you can't fool me. [Sits near Marvin Milk] Who is she? What does she want? Why is she here? She could be the key to it all. That's what you think, huh?
    Marvin Milk: No, that's not what I think.
    Frenchie: Yes, you do. It torments you. It's okay. Listen, I got one word for you. It's a surefire way to solve this puzzle. Once and for all.
    Marvin Milk: Tell me.
    Frenchie: Mesmer.
    Marvin Milk: Mesmer? You want help from a Supe? He despise Vought, hates them, hates the other Supes. And the enemy of your enemy... Frenchie, what part of "you're burned" do you not understand?
    Frenchie: Oh, come on. It's a quick trip. She and I will hide in the van. Let's go. In, out, boom, bing.
    Marvin Milk: Boom, bing? Look, I'll tell you what I can do. I can... possibly tattoo "fuck no" on your ass.
    Frenchie: [Gets up turning head and flicks a hand] Ah, come on.
    Marvin Milk: Best I can do.
    Frenchie: You know... I've seen you eat ice cream.
    Marvin Milk: Oh my God.
    Frenchie: Chunky Monkey, I believe.
    Marvin Milk: Where is this going?
    Frenchie: Well, you know, you take a spoonful... a chunk of fudge, perhaps. But then I see you with the surface is uneven. So what do you do? You take another scoop, you try to even it out, which tragically creates a corresponding divot. Ultimately, there is only but one choice for you, no? To consume the entire pint. No, you don't want to, you don't want to. But you must. And I tell you why, my friend: because you cannot bear things out of order. And she... she's out of order. [Marvin Milk stares disapprovingly]
    Billy Butcher: You don't do it anymore.
    Hughie Campbell: What?
    Billy Butcher: You know that feeling you get when you tip your chair back too far, and you catch yourself just before you fall?
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah?
    Billy Butcher: You used to look like that all day long.
    [Hugh chuckles]
    Billy Butcher: But now look at you, neck-deep in shit, cool as a cucumber. You ain't half the twat I thought you were, Hughie.
    Hughie Campbell: You know, you're always calling people "cunts" or "twats." But I just... 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.
    Billy Butcher: [Turns onto main street] You're doing good, Hughie. [Puts arm across his back] And you're a good cunt.
    Lydia: You know, I've seen guys like you before.
    Billy Butcher: Oh, I seriously doubt that.
    Lydia: The smirk, the jokes, it's all a defense mechanism. But you don't have to do that here. This is a safe space.
    Billy Butcher: I said I'm good.
    Lydia: Time to move on. Go ahead, Seth. Give him the stick. [Seth walks over to Billy]
    Billy Butcher: [Snatches stick, participants gasps and he walks up pointing it at Seth] You, back off, or I'll shove this stick where your dick used to be. You're a bunch of pathetic Supe-worshipping cunts. I bet you'd thank a Supe if they shat on your mum's best china. Did it ever occur to you that they split your spine or broke your dick just for a laugh? Where's your fucking rage?! Your self-respect?! Sitting here in your little share circle. Having a little whinge and a moan. Fuck "letting go." You should be out there with a fucking chainsaw going after 'em! [Turns and walks away] Just a bunch of scared fucking rabbits. Supes are all the same. Every fucking one of 'em. [Pulls off jacket from chair and walks out door]
    The Deep: Oh. Ms. Stillwell. Hey, you wanted to see me, right?
    Madelyn Stillwell: Yeah, I'm running late. Can you walk with me?
    The Deep: Yeah, sure. [Holds up infant sleeper suit] Hey, look, I brought a little present for your little guy.
    Madelyn Stillwell: Ah.
    The Deep: Never, uh, too young to start saving the world, right?
    Madelyn Stillwell: I'm gonna need you to make a public apology. And you're going to be taking a sabbatical from The Seven.
    Mesmer: [The Asian Female/Kimiko attacks him] Jesus fucking... goddamn it!
    Marvin Milk: Relax!
    Mesmer: No.
    Marvin Milk: Everyone relax! Just- just go walk it off!
    Mesmer: Walk it off?! She broke my fucking wrist!
    Marvin Milk: She didn't intend any harm!
    Mesmer: Oh, could have fooled me! Get out! I'm going to the hospital!
    Marvin Milk: Not till we get what we came for, Mesmer.
    Mesmer: Fuck you! The session's over!
    Marvin Milk: Sit down! Okay, listen. I was a field medic. Don't look at her. Look at me. I can patch you up better than any of those oxy junkies in the E.R., or I can break your other wrist. You decide. Good. Now, do you have any bandages or a splint?
    Mesmer: No, I don't have a goddamn splint!
    Marvin Milk: He's just a dad with his kid.
    Billy Butcher: He's a fucking Supe with a kid. What the fuck were you thinking, coming here? You know better than that.
    Marvin Milk: Sometimes you get further with people by treating them like people.
    Marvin Milk: Frenchie... you're dating a terrorist.
    Hughie Campbell: Wait. Why would Vought give Compound V to terrorists?
    Marvin Milk: 'Cause the only thing more dangerous than a terrorist is a Supe terrorist, and the only way to fight it...
    Billy Butcher: Is with Sergeant Fucking Homelander. Got to let the cunts in the army now. Those fuckers are creating supervillains. And maybe there's more of 'em. God knows how many.
    Hughie Campbell: Holy shit.
    Marvin Milk: Okay, this is a clusterfuck, even for us.
    Billy Butcher: You tell anyone what you saw or heard here today, and I'll cut your hands off and shove 'em so far up your ass, your fingers'll give us a little wave out your throat, yeah? [Mesmer rises and extends a hand for Butcher to shake, only for Butcher to eye him with disgusted scorn] Fuck off, wanker.

### "The Name of the Game" [1.07]

    A-Train: I can't do this shit, man.
    Nathan Franklin: Tough shit. You heard the doc. Your heart is getting bigger, balls are getting smaller, your bone density's for shit. That Compound V shit is killing you.
    A-Train: Hey. Don't even say it out loud, all right? You don't know shit about it, you understand?
    Nathan Franklin: I don't want to know. And you're done, okay? No more fucking around.
    A-Train: Did you see my last time out there? Sioux City's got a fucking faster runner than me.
    Nathan Franklin: Then no more club openings and commercial shoots. Okay? None of that shit. We train. Back to the basics.
    A-Train: Nobody gets it back at my age. I'm gonna be a freak show like Ben Johnson, racing against horses.
    Nathan Franklin: At least you'll still be breathing.
    Homelander: Got to keep your eye on the ball, guys. The enemies are storming the gates. I mean, we're not even The Seven anymore, we're down to five. We're dropping like fucking flies, but at least now I know why. [Pulls up Hugh's face on screen]
    Starlight: Uh... why... Is this a joke? Why is Hughie up there?
    Queen Maeve: I don't understand. Who is this guy?
    Homelander: This guy is Hugh Campbell. He and Starlight are going steady. He's also one of the guys who killed Translucent.
    Starlight: Wait, what?!
    Homelander: As well as blackmailing Mesmer, Ezekiel, Popclaw and God knows who else.
    A-Train: Popclaw?
    Starlight: No. No, no, no. You... That- that is insane.
    Homelander: Starlight, sticks and stones won't break my bones, but words...
    A-Train: Oh, shit! I know this guy!
    Homelander: You did smash through his girlfriend, so I should hope so.
    Homelander: Enough! We're a different fucking breed. We shine with the golden light of providence, but you... you've been helping these fucking mud people to go against us!
    Starlight: No.
    Homelander: Shut your fucking mouth, young lady! If you were in my position... what would you do to you?
    Queen Maeve: [Stands up] Homelander, that's enough!
    Homelander: You got something to add, Maeve?
    Queen Maeve: She didn't know.
    Homelander: Well, she stinks of adrenaline and her heart's beating like a little rabbit.
    Queen Maeve: The only thing she's guilty of is being fucking stupid. She obviously fell for this Hugh Campbell guy and he's pumping her for information, so back off, leave her alone.
    Homelander: Wow. Starlight, you must be something special. Hmm? I can't remember the last time Maeve gave a shit ab... Well, gave a shit about anyone, really. [Walks over to Queen Maeve] And if I say no?
    Queen Maeve: Come on. I got this. [Whispers] It's you and me, remember?
    Homelander: [Whispers] Don't say I never do anything for you. [Turns to room, aloud] All right. You want her, you got her. She's your responsibility now. I just hope you're right about her, for both your sakes. Class dismissed!
    Hughie Campbell: I don't think I can do this anymore.
    Billy Butcher: Do what?
    Hughie Campbell: This. I mean, Vought, whatever with Kimiko, it's- it's awful, and you got to stop it, but I can't.
    Billy Butcher: Right. You just want to kick back, drink a few Mai Tais, and let us do all the work, is that it?
    Hughie Campbell: You know, I managed to go my whole life without seeing someone die horribly, and now I'm up to about a half dozen, so I think I'm good.
    Billy Butcher: Please. You're a fucking killer, Hughie, just like the rest of us.
    Billy Butcher: You're wrong about her! That bitch is fucking playing you, and you're too fucking blind to see it!
    Hughie Campbell: Right, so better to be loyal to a dead woman who doesn't know and doesn't care?! How's that working out for you?!
    Prostitute: [On couch on top of him inserting her fingers into The Deep's abdominal gills] Oh, you little fucking freak. Oh, you like getting your fucking gills fingered?!
    The Deep: Ow! Oh, God! Ow, ow! Oh, God!
    Billy Butcher: [Opens washroom stall door to Mesmer sitting on toilet tank to hide from him] Having a good growler, are we?
    Mesmer: How did you...?
    Billy Butcher: I stuck a little bug on you back at that shithole of yours. 'Cause, you know, fuck you!
    Mesmer: No... what did you expect me to do? It was Homelander!
    Billy Butcher: [In flashback with Becca] You got to talk to me.
    Mesmer: Wait, wait! No! I can help you!
    Billy Butcher: [In flashback] Becca?
    Mesmer: Your wife! 'Cause she's missing? I can help you find her! [Billy places both hands on sides of Mesmer's head] Please, I have a daughter! No! [Billy smashes Mesmer's face against sink basin repeatedly and then dumps him on floor]
    [In a flashback after Becca disappeared]
    Billy Butcher: [Opens door to Mallory] Don't want none. Fuck off.
    Mallory: I'm here about your wife. [Plays video on laptop for him] I believe this was a few days after you met Homelander at that Christmas party? She was alone with him for three hours. Not long after that, Rebecca went missing and has remained so ever since. One way or another, Mr. Butcher, I believe Homelander was involved.
    Billy Butcher: Homelander? But he's a fucking superhero.
    Mallory: You wouldn't believe what they get up to.
    Billy Butcher: Who the fuck are you?
    Mallory: [Displays ID badge] My name is Mallory. I'm the person who can get you payback.
    Queen Maeve: You know, I had someone once. We were gonna get away, start a family.
    Starlight: So what happened?
    Queen Maeve: Well... 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. So I say, cut them loose. For your good and for theirs. That way you're really bulletproof.
    Jonah Vogelbaum: Eight years ago... Stillwell called me with quite an interesting challenge. Rebecca Butcher had come to her with a... completely unprecedented medical condition.
    Homelander: What condition?
    Jonah Vogelbaum: She was pregnant. With your child.
    Homelander: Pregnant? Wh... But I thought I couldn't...
    Jonah Vogelbaum: So did I. Apparently, nature is tenacious.
    Jonah Vogelbaum: You don't understand. The thing about cross-breeding dogs, you get the right genes, you can get a perfect creation. But it doesn't matter how perfect they are. It's not enough. When I raise subjects without their mothers, they become violent. Aggressive. Downright hateful. You should have been raised in a home with a family who loved you. Not in a cold lab with doctors.
    Homelander: [through pitifully misty eyes] And yet, I turned out great.
    Jonah Vogelbaum: When I think what it's done to you, and what you can now do to everyone else... I'm s-... I'm sorry.
    Homelander: [rising with a disgusted tone] I don't want your fucking apology.
    Jonah Vogelbaum: All this is my fault.
    Homelander: [Aggressive] What do you want?! What?! What d-do you want... forgiveness?! Now? [as tears accumulate in his eyes] After you raised me like a fucking lab rat? [regaining his composure] No. Too little, too late.
    Jonah Vogelbaum: I don't want anything from you, John. I'm just an old man, thinking about his mistakes. [Sighs]
    Homelander: I'm the world's greatest superhero.
    Jonah Vogelbaum: [disappointed] You're my greatest failure.

### "You Found Me" [1.08]

    Starlight: How old was I?
    Donna January: Hmm?
    Starlight: How old was I when you let Vought pump me full of drugs?
    Donna January: Annie, honestly, I don't know what you're talk...
    Starlight: How old, when you let them turn me into a freak?
    Donna January: You're not a freak! Never say that!
    Starlight: You made me think that I was chosen by God!
    Donna January: You were! God brought Vought into our lives. He made this possible.
    Starlight: BULLSHIT! YOU DID! And then you controlled every single minute of it! You woke me up at 5:00 a.m. to train for those stupid pageants, and the tap dancing and the tae kwon do! I gave up every moment of my life!
    Donna January: I- I... and I was happy to do it! This was our dream!
    Starlight: This was your dream! I never got a chance to choose my own dreams. No wonder I don't know who the fuck I'm supposed to be!
    Grace Mallory: [Walks up with Hugh to Grace peering through binoculars at her Adirondack residence] William.
    Billy Butcher: What are you looking at out there?
    Grace Mallory: Eastern meadowlarks. It was either bird-watching or alcoholism, so... birds.
    Grace Mallory: There's simply nothing else to say. I can't help you.
    Billy Butcher: Well, you're gonna have to do better than that.
    Grace Mallory: Do I? Why?
    Billy Butcher: 'Cause you made me a promise.
    Grace Mallory: But then my grandchildren got incinerated. Tends to change one's perspective. There weren't even teeth left, Lamplighter had burnt them alive so thoroughly. Well, I think I've had enough sun for one day.
    Grace Mallory: Vengeance isn't a path to glory, Hugh. It's a one-way ticket to a dead end, looking at fucking birds!
    [Frenchie and Marvin Milk are sitting on the floor of their cell]
    Frenchie: You know, in Medieval times they locked prisoners inside a pillory barrel, and they kneel in their own excrement until they got sepsis and died, so...
    Marvin Milk: Thank you, Frenchie, for that disgusting yet fascinating piece of trivia.
    Frenchie: I'm just saying. It could be worse, no?
    Queen Maeve: [to Starlight] 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. So you know what? Be... just be original. For fuck's sake. My position is already taken. Be the annoying, goody two-shoes asshole that you are. One of us has to be.
    Hughie Campbell: You came.
    Starlight: Like you said, I'm a fucking superhero.
    The Deep: So, when?
    Jeff: When what?
    The Deep: When do I ship out?
    Jeff: Oh. Gosh... you know that water park's opening up a new splash zone, and... and they are real excited to have you cut that ribbon...
    The Deep: You know, I'm seriously leaving, Jeff. Fuck Ohio.
    Jeff: [Sheepishly] Here's the sitch: I talked to the guys in New York. And you're not... so much... leaving.
    The Deep: [Stunned] What?
    Jeff: They didn't share details. But hey, the boys in marketing have created a primo tag for you: the Savior of Sandusky! That has a nice ring, doesn't it?
    [While locked in a cell]
    Marvin Milk: Did they get Butcher too?
    Hughie Campbell: No.
    Frenchie: They had you separated? When? When?
    Hughie Campbell: Well, um... he went after Homelander. But I-I came to save you. Yay.
    Marvin Milk: So, you came here. You meant to come here. Without Butcher.
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah.
    Frenchie: [Genuinely impressed] C'est incroyable. [He grabs Hughie and kisses him on both cheeks] Never has a man thrown his life away so... completely like you've thrown yours away today. No. No, I mean, you rescuing us is the most useless, futile gesture I can think of!
    Hughie Campbell: Yeah, I-I got it.
    Frenchie: Unbelievable!
    Homelander: Did it ever occur to you that a supe terrorist showing up exactly when we needed him to was a pretty fucking incredible coincidence? It's almost like... someone planned it. Mm-hm. Me Me. I made him.
    Madelyn Stillwell: What do you mean, you "made him"?
    Homelander: Well, I borrowed some Compound V, I had A-Train run it all over the globe, and supercharged some Jihadis. I-- not to oversimplify it, I mean, it was actually very difficult and very messy using adult subjects. There's a good reason that Vought doesn't do it, but... Well, enough of them survived to call the operation a huge success. Huge. And now... We have villains all over the globe that only we can fight! Sequel after sequel... after sequel.
    Homelander: You promised me no more lies. You fucking promised me. You and Vogelbaum should have got your stories straight. They were so close! So fucking close, but there was a few little details that were different. So I went back to Vogelbaum, and I managed to squeeze the truth out of him. The real truth. [Stillwell starts to cry] Yes, that's it.
    Madelyn Stillwell: I'm so sorry. I never should have lied to you. I know now that you don't need to be protected. I'm so sorry. Will you please take Teddy back upstairs?
    Homelander: Did you ever really care about me?
    Madelyn Stillwell: You mean everything to me.
    Homelander: No. No, no. I mean everything to your job. You care more about that fucking baby than you do about me.
    Madelyn Stillwell: No. I love you. I love you, I love you. I swear I love you.
    Homelander: But? [Stillwell hesitates] Tell me the truth, or I walk out right now.
    Madelyn Stillwell: [quietly] I'm scared. I'm scared of you.
    Homelander: What?
    Madelyn Stillwell: I said I'm scared.
    Homelander: Of?
    Madelyn Stillwell: Of you. I'm scared of you.
    Homelander: [Tenderly] Thank you. Thank you for finally being honest. [Homelander kills Stillwell]
    A-Train: Hughie... you killed the only woman I ever loved.
    Hughie Campbell: I didn't kill her.
    A-Train: [Sweating, breathing heavily] I know... I did... But it was your fault... [collapses]
    Hughie Campbell: Shit! It's out! It's out, what do I do?
    Frenchie: Take this. Take it! Reload!
    Hughie Campbell: What the fuck do I know about reloading?!
    Starlight: Turn around and walk away.
    Billy Butcher: Eyes fucking front, Hughie.
    Starlight: That's not saving you. That's just being there.
    Marvin Milk: Get up in there, Frenchie.
    Stan Edgar: Get used to the view from 82.
    Homelander: All clear boys. Mission accomplished.
    Madelyn Stillwell: Oh, sweet boy. My special, special sweet boy.
    Homelander: Howdy boys.
    Homelander: You are dark, and I kinda like it.
    Homelander: Bro, she came on to me.
    Homelander: Time to get up. C'mon, you're gonna love this.
    Homelander: We are a family.