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I was gonna leave. Lose myself in the swamp forever.

What stopped you?

The thought of never seeing you again.

Well, I guess, that's another thing we have in common.

Abby keeps talking about this darkness in Marais, like there's this poison coming off the swamp, you know?

And you're thinking she sounds crazy?

Worse. I'm thinking she's right.

Not that it's a competition but she loves me 3,000.

Does she, now?

You were somewhere in the low 6 to 900 range.

I can't risk this reality on a promise. It is the duty of the Sorcerer Supreme to protect the time stone.

Then, why the hell did Strange give it away?

What did you say?

Strange, he gave it away. He gave it to Thanos.

Willingly?

Yes.

Why?

I have no idea. Maybe he made a mistake.

Or, I did. Strange was meant to be the best of us.

So he must have done it for a reason.

I fear you might be right.

Buddy, you all right?

Yes, I'm fine! Why, don't I look all right?

You look like melted ice cream.

Eat this. Get your sugar levels up.

[Alita takes the orange and bites it, realizing the skin tastes bad. Ido takes the orange peel out of her mouth]

Taste receptors are working.

[Ido takes the orange and peels off the skin]

You'll like this a whole lot better with the peel off.

I don't understand. You said you're not a cop.

I'm not.

What's military police?

It's different.

But you stole this car.

It's complicated.

What's your name?

Jimmie Reese.

You don't look like a Jimmie.

What do I look like?

I don't know. But not a Jimmie. So you're new in town?

Usually.

It's kind of loud in here. Do you wanna, maybe, go someplace quieter? I have a car.

You're old enough to drive?

I'm old enough to do a lot of things.

I'm on a budget, Sandy.

What?

I can't afford you.

I'm not a hooker.

Oh, then I really can't afford you.

Seriously, I work at the auto parts store.

What I mean is, the cheapest woman tends to be the one you pay for.

[stands up, angrily] I am not a hooker!

No. A hooker would get the joke.

[enters with his four buddies] What's this?

He called me a whore.

Is that true?

Well, nobody said whore. She inferred hooker, but I meant slut.

Hey. That's our sister.

Is she a good kisser?

Hey. Outside.

Pay your check first.

I'll pay later.

You won't be able to.

You think?

All the time. You should try it.

It's a great joke, but I'm gonna beat your ass. Do you want to do that here or outside?

Outside.

[gets up]

Stay here, Sandy.

I don't mind the sight of blood.

[walks by Sandy] When it means you're not pregnant, anyway.

What's your name?

Jimmie Reese.

You don't look like a Jimmie.

What do I look like?

I don't know. But not a Jimmie.

Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How about if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.

You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. You're Mr. Pink.

Who cares what your name is?

Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright, look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade?

Hey! nobody's trading with anybody. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know? Now, listen up, Mr. Pink, there's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.

I'll move on when I feel like it. All you guys got the goddamn message?

[rubbing his middle finger and thumb together] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Τhese people bust their ass. Τhis is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's but you don't feel the need to tip them, do you? Why not? Τhey serve food. But society says, don't tip these guys here, but tip these guys over here. Τhat's bullshit.

Waitressing is the number-one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. Τhe reason is because of their tips.

Fuck all that. I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips. Τhat's fucked up. Τhat ain't my fault. It appears waitresses are one of the groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a piece of paper that says they shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit, I got two words for that, learn to fucking type. If you expect me to help out with the rent, you're in for a fucking surprise.

Ηe's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

A robot could no more commit a murder, no more than a human could walk on water.

Well, you know, there was this one guy... a long time ago.

You are the dumbest smart person I have ever met in my life!

...

You are the dumbest dumb person I've ever met.

Why are you just standing there?

Dude, I'm totally waiting on you.

I'm sorry, I just assumed you were too cool to be here on time.

Scott, I forbid you from hitting on Ramona, even if you haven't had a real girlfriend in over a year.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Scott's mourning period is officially over. He's totally dating a high-schooler.

Dating a high-schooler is the mourning period.