Категория: Страх

You look pale, Mr. Bond. I hope I didn't frighten you.

Well you see, I've always been a nervous passenger.

Some men just don't like to be driven.

No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.

I used to be intimidated by you. I did. And now I look at you, I'm just... I have no idea why. Truly. You're not even pathetic. You're just nothing.

Then why are you still here, looking for my approval like I'm your daddy? And even if I were, what would there be to approve of?

The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.

You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.

Tell me the truth or I walk out right now.

[quietly] I'm scared. I'm scared of you.

What?

I said I'm scared.

Of?

Of you. I'm scared of you.

Thank you. Thank you for finally being honest.

Homelander, that's enough.

You got something to add, Maeve?

She didn't know.

Well, she stinks of adrenaline and her heart's beating like a little rabbit.

The only thing she's guilty of is being fucking stupid. She obviously fell for this Hughie Campbell guy. He's pumping her for information, so back off. Leave her alone.

Wow. Starlight, you must be something special. I can't remember the last time Maeve gave a shit... well, gave a shit about anyone, really.

He's formed a strong attachment to you. I cannot train him.

What? Why not?

You've seen what he can do. His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.

All the more reason to train him.

I've seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.

Don't worry, you'll get used to this in no time.

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

So now that I know your taste in cars, tell me, what about your women?

It all starts with the eyes. She's got to have those kind of eyes that can look right through the bullshit to the good in someone. 20% angel, 80% devil. Down to earth. Ain't afraid to get a little engine grease under her fingernails.

That doesn't sound anything like me.

So, what's your best time?

I've never driven her.

Why not?

It scares the shit out of me.

I know what you are.

Say it. Out loud. Say it.

Vampire.

Are you afraid?

No.

I'm gonna take you to my place tomorrow.

Thanks. Wait, like, with your family?

Yeah.

What if they don't like me?

So, you're worried not because you'll be in a house full of vampires, but because you think they won't approve of you?

I love you. I love you in every universe. It's not that I don't want to care or want someone to care for me. I'm just...

Scared. Face your fears, Doctor Strange.

I don't really wanna talk to Nick Fury.

Answer the phone.

Why?

Because if you don't talk to him, then I have to talk. I don't wanna talk to him.

Why don't you wanna talk to him?

Because I'm scared. Just answer the phone.

[Peter declines Fury's call]

You sent Nick Fury to voicemail? You don't send Nick Fury to voicemail.

You didn't tell me you had a fear of rats.

I'm an assassin! Why would I share my liabilities?

They'll believe in both of us!

No, they'll fear both of us, and that's not what I want.