A Fixer of Sorts

Banshee 3×3

& SA Phillips: You don’t seem surprised to have a gun in your face. That’s a symptom of a life spent looking over your shoulder.

& Leah: Who will love you, Kai? Who will you love?

& Nola: Hi there.

& SA Phillips: You know, they say a man’s home is a window into his mind.

& Sugar: What the hell is a data skimmer?
    Job: Exactly what it sounds like. ... It scans and saves metadata. From encoded smart cards. We stealing real IDs from them. So I can make fake IDs for us.
    Sugar: That’s all you had to say. That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?
    Job: Lord knows it ain’t ever easy.

& Sugar: ......
    Job: What?
    Sugar: If we were never going past the lobby, why you got me wearing this damn suit?
    Job: ’Cause there ain’t no such thing as sweatpants Monday.... You can drive.

& SA Phillips: You know, I prefer classic rock, but something about country music that soothes the soul, don’t you think?

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& Raymond Walton Brantley: The only thing I know for sure about you is who you are not... And you are not Lucas Hood.

& Hood: Come on, Agent Phillips, that’s basic psy-ops protocol. The only way to overcome a physical advantage is to establish a psychological one.
    SA Phillips: ...A psychological one.
    Hood: There you go. You remember.

& Hood: I’m gonna fucking kill you.
Ω Here's the 69. A 69 is the Mile 69, where we lost (and found and lost again) Special Agent Robert Phillips.

& Platinumm: Ugh, how come every time a guy goes sticking his dick someplace he shouldn’t, it’s complicated?

& Siobhan: Have you seen the sheriff? He missed his shift today.
    Sugar: No. No, I haven’t. But he’ll turn up. He always does.

& Siobhan: Who the hell are you?

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