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Brother, you're the one with the big mouth, and I would really enjoy closing it, especially in front of all my friends. But my hands are registered as lethal weapons. That means, we get into a fight, I accidentally kill you? I go to jail.

Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter. I think all that lethal weapon horseshit is just an excuse so you dancers never have to get in a real fight.

I don't relish hurting anyone, Stephen. But she's not a child. She's a supernatural being. Such raw power could wreak havoc on this and other worlds. Her sacrifice would be for the greater good.

That's the kind of justification our enemies use.

Is it the one you used when you gave Thanos the Time Stone?

Can't leave anything to chance.

But can we change things if we do it differently?

What's happened, happened. Which is an expression of fate in the mechanics of the world. It's not an excuse to do nothing.

Fate?

Call it what you want.

What do you call it?

Reality.

I trusted you with a simple task, and all I'm hearing are excuses. There must be consequences for disobedience or else you never learn.

You know what? I don't think I'm ever gonna learn.

Harry... I just wanted to say how sorry I am that I haven't been much of a father to you.

It's okay. You're a busy man.

That's no excuse. Take care of yourself, son. Don't make the same mistake I did.

You're not the only one who lost everything. Some of us just decided to do something about it.

You can't talk your way around this.

I don't have to.

Our ships have sighted the Millennium Falcon, Lord. But it has entered an asteroid field and we can not risk...

Asteroids do not concern me, Admiral! I want that ship, not excuses!

Bats are nocturnal.

Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it. The price of leading a double life, I fear. Your theatrics made an impression.

Theatricality and deception are powerful weapons, Alfred. It's a good start.

If those are to be the first of many injuries to come, it would be wise to find a suitable excuse. Polo, for instance.

I'm not learning polo, Alfred.

Strange injuries a non-existent social life, these things beg the question as to what exactly does Bruce Wayne do with his time and his money.

And what does someone like me do?

Drive sports cars, date movie stars, buy things that are not for sale... who knows, Master Wayne? You start pretending to have fun, you might even have a little by accident.

I feel like I'm letting everybody down. My family and Tommy and You. I feel like I'm letting you down.

You're being too hard on yourself. We both have demanding jobs.

That's no excuse for hurting the people closest to you.

Well, I suppose I'd better take back everything I just said. What a bloody idiot I am. Pathetic fool. Goddamn, selfish bastard. This is disgraceful, and it's beneath the standards of the Grand Budapest. I apologize on behalf of the hotel.

It's not your fault. You were just upset I forgot the perfume.

Don't make excuses for me. I owe you my life. You are my dear friend and protege and I'm very proud of you.

You say yes to everything? Are you kidding?

It's not how it sounds.

How does it? I'd love to hear this. ... What the hell, Carl? Are you serious? You say yes to everything? Even if you don't like it?

No, of course not. Sometimes.

Oh, good. What a relief. I thought you lied all the time, but it's just sometimes. That's excellent.

And guess what? She doesn't like my best friend. I keep trying to think of reasons why she should, but you know what? I can't think of any. I don't wanna hear another excuse, Carl. You do whatever you want. I'm telling you, you don't change your life, you're gonna end up lonely. A lonely guy, Carl. Lonely guy.