You were the one who asked. If you don't want to know, Doc, don't ask the question. Bet you're the designated driver.
My phone was unlocked in my bag. Voila, gibberish.
Well, that's fortunate. I never expressed any desire to be your friend either. But you are surrounded by people I do consider friends.
The, not my. Fuck. You're grumpy enough on a regular day. You're worse than my brother.
It was an honest mistake. Sorry to have bothered you.
Which father are you talking about?Because Malcolm was the one that said we might be able to help each other out. Well, you and him. I'm just the go-between. Or will be when I'm sober.
I'm sorry, when did you come under the impression that I work for you? Because I don't.
Yes, I will help. But let me make myself very clear. I am helping them and your daughter, not you. My help may benefit you, but as far as I'm concerned, you're nothing more than an unpleasant afterthought. The others might want to see the best in you, but I lack their optimism and naiveté. My point being; I don't trust you.
Well, the other one, the one I have that's still alive, is the former head of the League of Assassins. If that means anything.
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