Falling Skies 1x9

Mutiny*

& Pope: Imagine those Mechs roaring in on you! How much fun you’re gonna have shooting them with their own toys.

& Anthony: What?!
    Pope: Two arms, two legs, no brains. Welcome to the 2nd Massachusetts.
    Anthony: You want to try that again, convict?
    Pope: You didn’t crimp* it. Gravity. Newton. Apple tree. Do it again!

& Matt: I’m not a prince!
    Pope: You’re not the only one. There’s two other little princelets. But you’re the youngest. That makes you special. So, what’s it like, huh, walking around with that sweet Mason brand?
    Matt: What’s it like having hair like a girl?
    Pope: ... We’re gonna have to work on your insults, kid.

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& Ben: What are these?
    Scott: Huh? Oh, they’re, uh... they’re vacuum tubes. You know, if transistors were the Ferarris of the electronic age, this is the Model T.
    Ben: Hmm. What’s a Model T?
    Scott: Well... a-all you really need to know is that this transmitter here needs them in order to operate.

& Weaver: If you want to get along with me, Pope, don’t think. Just do what I tell you.

& Pope: My apologies, Cambridge, but, uh... I just couldn’t bring myself to defuse those charges. I figured I had a choice of either sitting around or... killing cooties*, and, uh... Cooties win every time.

& Anne: We want to follow you... all of us. You just have to let us.

& Matt: I know what you did to my dad. He thought he could trust you. But he couldn’t. Nobody can.
    Pope: Trust... Is an overrated commodity. The truth is, you little punk, you’re the kind of a kid who should listen to his old man. That way, there’s no chance of ending up like me.

-- Dict:
Mutiny — мятеж; бунт; восстание
crimp — обжим
cootie — платяная вошь

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