& Mary: You’ve erm, still got love in your voice.
Luther: Well, you don’t stop loving someone, do you?.. Is that a problem?
Mary: It’s um, it’s the opposite of a problem.
& Ripley: Nice to meet you Mary, briefly.
& Luther: So what’s up with the website?.. Can’t we just pull it down or trace it to the source or whatever you do with websites?
Schenk: Apparently not. It’s being hosted from Uzbekistan. Or Kazakhstan. One of the Stans, anyway.
& Luther: Justin, I think it’s time you moved on, mate. I mean, you should be doing my job. Having little Ripleys of your own.
& Ripley: Caitlin dies, he’s depressed, spends a bit of time in hospital. Then, all of a sudden — boom! He’s energized. Joins a gun club. Takes lessons in Krav Maga. Urban survival courses. It’s like he’s in training for the zombie apocalypse.
& Luther: You need to keep away from Mary. She’s off limits.
Stark: But what’s the point of knowing your weak spot if I don’t get a chance to... poke it a bit?
& Stark: You know your problem? You’ve spent your life thinking you’re the whirlwind. Well, you’re not. Because I’m the whirlwind, John. I’m the whirlwind.
& Tom Marwood: Two days. Give me two days, that’s all I need.
Luther: For what?
Marwood: To make things better.
Luther: You know I can’t do that, Tom.
Marwood: Yes you can... if you chose to.
& Ripley: So what is this, like a Derren Brown thing?
Gray: ???
Ripley: Mind reader. Mentalist. Reads minds.
& Ripley: Do you want to talk about this properly?
Gray: That’s why I’m here.
Ripley: No, I mean, properly. As actual human beings. A drink or something?
& Luther: This got my numbers on it?
Ripley: All six of them, yeah.
Luther: Who needs more than six numbers?
& Ripley: I had a visitor. Erin Grey.
Luther: Oh, yeah? She have problems parking her broomstick?
& Ripley: Bit of a tabloid nightmare. Went on to self-publish poems and essays about “inter-generational love.” Sees himself as a champion of freedom, ungoverned by religion or law.
Luther: Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Lack of conscience dressed up as philosophy.
& Schenk: Do you understand social networking?
Luther: No.
Schenk: Good. Then, I’m not alone.
& Luther: There’s nothing more potent than private pain made public.
Ω Why in the chest, for someone’s sake?! Is not it could be a leg? Yo. One way or another Justin’s gone. Damn.
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Luther: Well, you don’t stop loving someone, do you?.. Is that a problem?
Mary: It’s um, it’s the opposite of a problem.
& Ripley: Nice to meet you Mary, briefly.
& Luther: So what’s up with the website?.. Can’t we just pull it down or trace it to the source or whatever you do with websites?
Schenk: Apparently not. It’s being hosted from Uzbekistan. Or Kazakhstan. One of the Stans, anyway.
& Luther: Justin, I think it’s time you moved on, mate. I mean, you should be doing my job. Having little Ripleys of your own.
& Ripley: Caitlin dies, he’s depressed, spends a bit of time in hospital. Then, all of a sudden — boom! He’s energized. Joins a gun club. Takes lessons in Krav Maga. Urban survival courses. It’s like he’s in training for the zombie apocalypse.
& Luther: You need to keep away from Mary. She’s off limits.
Stark: But what’s the point of knowing your weak spot if I don’t get a chance to... poke it a bit?
& Stark: You know your problem? You’ve spent your life thinking you’re the whirlwind. Well, you’re not. Because I’m the whirlwind, John. I’m the whirlwind.
& Tom Marwood: Two days. Give me two days, that’s all I need.
Luther: For what?
Marwood: To make things better.
Luther: You know I can’t do that, Tom.
Marwood: Yes you can... if you chose to.
& Ripley: So what is this, like a Derren Brown thing?
Gray: ???
Ripley: Mind reader. Mentalist. Reads minds.
& Ripley: Do you want to talk about this properly?
Gray: That’s why I’m here.
Ripley: No, I mean, properly. As actual human beings. A drink or something?
& Luther: This got my numbers on it?
Ripley: All six of them, yeah.
Luther: Who needs more than six numbers?
& Ripley: I had a visitor. Erin Grey.
Luther: Oh, yeah? She have problems parking her broomstick?
& Ripley: Bit of a tabloid nightmare. Went on to self-publish poems and essays about “inter-generational love.” Sees himself as a champion of freedom, ungoverned by religion or law.
Luther: Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Lack of conscience dressed up as philosophy.
& Schenk: Do you understand social networking?
Luther: No.
Schenk: Good. Then, I’m not alone.
& Luther: There’s nothing more potent than private pain made public.
Ω Why in the chest, for someone’s sake?! Is not it could be a leg? Yo. One way or another Justin’s gone. Damn.
Robert Plant — Satan Your Kingdom Must Come Down
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Σ Moment o’ light: Alice’s returning!
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