Hero
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Abrams
No
Silver: Good to see ya, Abe.
Abrams:
Silver: After the ritual, wanna make some bad decisions for old time's sake?
Abrams:
Silver: When did you become so boring?
Abrams:
Silver: Good. Still workin' the book case?
Abrams:
Silver: You workin' the case or not?
Abrams:
Silver: Abe, I can't figure out why you do half the things you do, so I figured I might as well ask.
Abrams:
Silver: Figure I can wait a few minutes before I start punchin' people in the face.
Abrams:
Silver: What can I say? I'm growing as a person.
Apollo
Yes
Apollo: Are you drunk?
Silver: No.
Apollo: Have you been drinking?
Silver: Obviously.
Apollo: It dulls the mind.
Silver: Dulls a lot more than that...
Apollo: You're gonna get us killed!
Silver: Relax, kid. We'll be fine.
Silver: It's cool that you brought a sword. I assumed you gonna fight them with your silver spoon.
Apollo: Ha, you're hilarious ! Are you housebroken too?
Silver: Oh my god, I've never heard that before, you are so clever. I bet you're daddy's special boy.
Apollo: Billy ? Is that you?
Silver: Don't compare me to the goddamn goat.
Apollo: Then don't act like him.
Apollo: Are you good at your job?
Silver: Yeah?
Apollo: Then why can't you afford pants that aren't destroyed?
Silver: These are nice pants!
Apollo: Ehhh...
Silver: We're done talking about this.
Bebop
No
Silver: What's your deal, tin man?
Bebop:
Silver: Hey, me too.
Bebop:
Silver: Well, if I miss another car payment you just might.
Silver: You a baker?
Bebop:
Silver: There's a... whiff of cinnamon around you.
Bebop:
Silver: I'm a werewolf.
Bebop:
Silver: That's probably the nicest way anyone's ever described me.
Bebop:
Silver: We're not gonna dwell on that.
Calico
No
Silver: So you're Calico? Surprised we've never met.
Calico:
Silver: What's that supposed to mean?
Calico:
Silver: Venn diagrams are circles, you snooty bitch.
Calico:
Silver: Who's Ava?
Calico:
Silver: So, no one important.
Calico:
Silver: She's a pet, not some titan of industry.
Calico:
Silver: I'm not interested in a career change.
Calico:
Silver: There's a fairly large one.
Calico:
Silver: It's happened!
Celeste
Yes
Celeste: Ya know, our last werewolf retired… we have an opening…
Silver: Why are you telling me?
Celeste: So you could apply for the job.
Silver: You think I want to work in a side show?
Celeste: Beats getting shot at.
Silver: Not so sure about that.
Celeste: What are ya doing after the ritual?
Silver: Hitting a bar.
Celeste: Want some company?
Silver: I wouldn't say no.
Celeste: Then lets have some fun.
Celeste: Well, don't we look like trouble?
Silver: I look like trouble. You look like a fairytale princess taking a smoke break.
Celeste: Isn't that the same thing?
Silver: Not even close.
The Doorman
No
The Doorman:
Silver: You get kicked outta brunch one time and everyone thinks they know you.
Silver: Can you put me up in a suite in the Baroness?
The Doorman:
Silver: You know, the old me would've ripped your leg off for saying something like that... but the new me's just gonna rely on the vague threat of violence.
The Doorman:
Silver: You gonna put me up in a suite or not?
Silver: You gonna mess with my head?
The Doorman:
Dynamo
No
Silver: Well don't you look smart and intellectual?
Dynamo:
Silver: I haven't made up my mind yet.
Dynamo:
Dynamo:
Silver: It's less fascinating when it's your life.
Dynamo:
Silver: And yet you were.
Silver: What's it like being stuck in that contraption of yours?
Dynamo:
Graves
Yes
Silver: Well, aren't you a creepy kid.
Graves: I'm not a kid.
Silver: You prefer... "angsty teenager"?
Graves: Are you always a bitch or is this something special just for me?
Silver: I'm pretty consistent.
Graves: ...I think I don't hate you.
Silver: I think I don't hate you too.
Graves: You like being a werewolf?
Silver: I don't know.
Graves: You don't know?
Silver: I've never not been one. Imagine if I asked you how you like being a human?
Graves: I'd say... that humans are generally awful with moments of surprising compassion and that we would all probably be better off if ninety percent of us were replaced by cats.
Graves: You seem cool.
Silver: I am cool.
Graves: You always want to be a bounty hunter?
Silver: Nah, I always wanted to not be homeless so I decided to do whatever paid the most.
Graves: Checks out.
Grey Talon
No
Silver: Hey Talon, think you can kill some of them before you have a heart attack?
Grey Talon:
Silver: Don't remember you looking so old.
Grey Talon:
Silver: Someone woke up from his nap feeling all feisty.
Grey Talon:
Silver: I can't believe you took up for a man like him.
Grey Talon:
Silver: Yeah. But you're gonna reap what you sow.
Grey Talon:
Haze
Yes
Haze: Can you control the beast?
Silver: We talking Lycanthropy or degeneracy? 'Cause I'm good on the first. Ehh , on the second.
Haze: Lycanthropy.
Silver: Yeah, no worries there.
Silver: We gonna have a conflict of interest?
Haze: We're on the same team.
Silver: Only one of us is makin' a salary, and it sure as Hell ain't me.
Haze: I'm not trying to take your paycheck, Silver. I just want them dead. Feel free to take all of the credit.
Silver: That's some teamwork right there.
Silver: Never met a Sandman before.
Haze: Probably means you're living your life right.
Silver: I really doubt that.
Haze: You probably shouldn't tell me that.
Silver: I'mma focus on the ritual.
Haze: Good plan.
Holliday
Yes
Silver: You know, Sheriff, I'm kind of an expert on self destruction if you ever wanna talk about...
Holliday: I'm good, Silver.
Silver: Suit yourself.
Silver: Seem a little far from your jurisdiction .
Holliday: What I'm doing here is none of your business.
Silver: I just wanna make sure you're not trynna to make a career change.
Holliday: I'm not going after one of your bounties, Silver. Once I stop the Troubadour, I'm going back home.
Holliday: Thanks for backing me up.
Silver: Us trainwrecks need to stick together.
Holliday: I'm not a trainwreck.
Silver: Yeah, your life is totally going great.
Holliday: Go to hell, Silver.
Silver: Just trying to bond, honey.
Holliday: Well, stop!
Infernus
Yes
Silver: Hank's lucky to have a friend like you.
Infernus: Well, I'm lucky to have a friend like Hank.
Silver: What do you say we summon a God and save a bar?
Infernus: Let's do it.
Silver: You sure you wanna do this?
Infernus: Hank needs me. I can't let him down.
Silver: Are you nervous?
Infernus: Only that I'll like it.
Silver: My hair's gonna get frizzy, isn't it?
Infernus: Not sure that should be your top concern.
Silver: Never said it was a top concern... Just acknowledging that you're not Mr. Constant Temperature.
Infernus: At least I'm not Seven!
Silver: Yeah, that would be worse for a lot of reasons.
Ivy
No
Ivy:
Silver: Good God. You're as nice as people say.
Ivy:
Silver: Well, let's see: do you help people for free?
Ivy:
Silver: Then yeah. You're killing my business.
Ivy:
Silver: Never really thought about it.
Ivy:
Silver: I mean, now that's probably all I'll think about too. Thanks.
Silver: You took out Mendoza, right?
Ivy:
Silver: So, what do you do now?
Ivy:
Silver: I'd give you a raise.
Kelvin
No
Kelvin:
Silver: What? Like you?
Kelvin:
Silver: Kelvin, you're dead. The last thing I wanna do is end up like you.
Silver: Is that... wereotter fur on the parka?
Kelvin:
Silver: Just checking.
Kelvin:
Kelvin:
Silver: You've heard me talk, right?
Kelvin:
Silver: I don't work cheap.
Kelvin:
Silver: Oh come on, you have Geist Foundation money!
Lady Geist
No
Silver: Bet that dress costs more than my rent.
Lady Geist:
Silver: You know, I'm gonna let you have that one for free, that was a good one.
Lady Geist:
Silver: This might get a little bit messy for your delicate sensibilities.
Lady Geist:
Silver: I know fancy people like you don't like getting their hands dirty.
Lady Geist:
Lady Geist:
Silver: Geist, keep running your mouth and you'll be the prettiest little corpse on Manhattan. Well... second prettiest, Victor's kinda got a lot going for him.
Rem
Yes
Rem: Can I use your jacket as a blanket?
Silver: I mean... in general, sure , but not now.
Rem: Why not?
Silver: I'm wearin' it.
Rem: Take it off!
Silver: No!
Rem: But I waaant it.
Silver: I don't care.
Rem: You're mean...
Silver: Yep.
Rem: Can you help me?
Silver: I don't know. Can you pay me?
Rem: I can hug.
Silver: I'm good.
Rem: [Whine]
Silver: Okay, okay, I'll help! Jesus...
Silver: Nice pillow.
Rem: I like it.
Silver: I was bein' sarcastic.
Rem: What's that?
Silver: Nevermind.
Seven
Yes
Seven: Keeping a close eye on me?
Silver: Seven, I don't do my job out of a sense of justice. I do it to pay rent. And if we win today, that won't be a problem anymore. So, trust me. I got no problem workin' with you if it means we win.
Silver: So, should I be worried that you were sloppy enough to end up in Lost Whisper? Or glad that you were competent enough to escape?
Seven: How charming. What are you planning on asking the Patron for, Silver? A new liver?
Seven: How long are you going to squander your talents?
Silver: You don't know me, Seven.
Seven: I know the cliché you are all too keen to wrap yourself in. You're worse than a petulant teenager… at least they have the excuse that their brains aren't fully formed!
Silver: Hell of a pep talk, Dad.
Seven: You don't know your dad.
Venator
Yes
Silver: You're not gonna stab me in the back, are ya?
Venator: No.
Silver: Let me guess... "I'm gonna stab you in the front"?
Venator: I'm not stabbing you period. You're a werewolf... I'm going to shoot you with silver bullets.
Silver: You're my kinda asshole, Padre.
Silver: Got a problem working with me?
Venator: The Venators are a results-centric order.
Silver: Bet that covers all manner of sins.
Venator: You have no idea.
Silver: Got any whiskey on ya?
Venator: I was going to ask you the same thing.
Silver: Damn. Wanna get a round after the ritual if we don't wind up dead?
Venator: Why not.