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Brad, show them how it's done. Sell me that pen. Watch. Go on.

You want me to sell you this fucking pen?

That's my boy right there. Can fucking sell anything.

Why don't you do me a favor. Write your name down on that napkin for me.

I don't have a pen.

I understand you're getting out.

Getting out. Getting out of what? Bed? My head? The closet? Don't flirt with me, Dry Eye. I'm a busy man.

I hear you're getting out of the game. And I would like you to consider an offer.

Look, I'm going to stop you right there, so you don't waste any more of your precious breath, young man. This is not a discussion for the two of us. I am not for sale. And even if I was, you're several zeros short.

I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about the future of the human race.

I'll sell it to you.

For what?

A kiss.

You wanna have dinner with me tonight?

No.

Well, you answered too quickly. Hear me out, just give me one minute. Thirty seconds?

Talk fast.

...

Oh, I don't know, there's something immoral about the whole selling process.

And yet, that's your job.

Part time. And I'm not very good at it. So I'm actually less immoral than the average... anyway, um... where was I?

You're right.

About what?

I answered too quick.

Beautiful car.

Thanks.

How much?

Excuse me?

How much for the car?

She's not for sale.

Thanos threatens half the universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him.

But it should. We don't trade lives, Vision.

How much for the gun?

Not for sale.

Okay, how much for the arm?

[Bucky leaves with no answer]

Oh, I'll get that arm.

And where is your pretty wife?

She has other business to attend to.

Well, like I say to her, place sells as is. Understand?

Yes, I understand.

Good, good. I don't want her coming back with more demands. She gave me hard time when we settled on price.

We're all on the same page, Bogdan.

I just happened to be driving by and saw the sign. So you're selling the place.

In this market. Can you believe it?

You come in here, and you wave these papers in my face, when there's a whole other entire side to this thing. There's your side, and there's my side. And you haven't heard my side yet. You haven't heard any of it at all.

You're a drug dealer. How else could you possibly make that kind of money? Marijuana. That Pinkman kid. Cocaine?

It's methamphetamine. But I'm... I manufacture. I am not a dealer.

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.

So let me ask you a question, pal. What have I done in the last 6 months since you've been home that would lead you to believe that I would sell drugs?

In the last 6 months? Nothing. Before I left, you played hard. You played with bad people who were into bad stuff.

And so did you, Oliver. But I changed just like you did. Now you put arrows in people who do illegal things. Last time I checked, bribing a city inspector was not legal.

Do you actually think that I could hurt you?

Truthfully, I have no idea what the hell you would do. You are a complete mystery to me. I've got no idea how you find it so easy to kill people. The next time you decide to think the worst of me, imagine what I now think of you.

Now, what about product on hand? How's your inventory?

Thirty-eight and change.

Thirty-eight ounces? Grams?

Pounds.

You did say make hay while the sun is shining.

Guys! Why the long faces here? You're sitting on a gold mine.

A gold mine we can't sell.

What are we selling for these days?

Forty a pound.

Forty thousand dollars?

Hey, you said raise the prices.

Listen... you're gonna have to sell the house to cover the debt.

No, I don't wanna sell the house, man. I'm not selling the house. That's Leila's home.

You don't have a choice, Billy. If you don't, it's gonna get repossessed anyway.