Hostiles and Calamities

The Walking Dead 7×11

& Eugene: Really? Anything I want?
    Laura: Dude, yes. You can have anything. What do you want?
    Eugene: Can I have lobster?

& Eugene: What about pickles? I-I like pickles.
    Laura: We’re out of pickles.
    Eugene: What about potato chips?
    Laura: We got chips. Number 42 makes them.

& Negan: Dwighty boy... was it you?

& Negan: After all this... before and after... hell, after everything... who are you, Dwight?
    Dwight: I’m Negan.

& Laura: You’re one of us now, not them. They eat shit, we eat good.

& Negan: Don’t be rude, asshole. Say hello.

& Negan: But, Eugene, see, all I really want to know is if you are a smarty-pants. You know things?.... Answer the question!
    Eugene: I— I am, indeed, a smarty-pants. I... taught myself to cast bullets. I... found a— found a machine shop with the necessary... I-I read a lot, and, um... Although my— Even though my memory is not considered eidetic, I don’t skim and I don’t scrimp. If knowledge is dropped, I do, indeed, pick it up.

& Negan: All right, Dr. Smarty-pants...

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& Eugene: Step one, melt down scrap metal. Step two, pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain link. The liquid metal will harden... both maintaining bodily integrity for the walker as well as affixing them to the fence. Bonus points for covering their head and protecting them from head trauma from hostiles and calamities.

& Negan: God damn! If that ain’t the coolest thing I’ve ever heard in my life! Not only is that practical, it is just bad-ass! Whoa.

& Eugene: D-D-Did you say «wives,» meaning plural?
    Negan: Hell yes, I did.

& Negan: What does Dr. Smarty-pants say to his knew bestest friend in the whole wide world? What does he say?
    Eugene: Thank you. Fully, completely... sincerely, seriously... thank you.

& Eugene: It was not a dis. It was simply a statement of fact. My intelligence has been objectively measured. I am fully a man apart.
    Tanya: So, what, are you, like, one of those guys who can make a bomb out of bleach and a toothpick or something?
    Eugene: Of course not. That would at least require dry yeast, hydrogen peroxide, and a small amount of liquid dish soap, maybe some, you know, bathroom or drain cleaner, some balloons or something like that, few other common household sundries.
    Tanya: .... Seriously?
    Eugene: Serious as sepsis.

& Amber: Dr. Eugene, did you just make helium out of toilet stuff?
    Eugene: Hydrogen.

& Eugene: I’m gonna light this candle...

& Amber: You are good, Eugene. You have to be.

& Eugene: I want this, too. And this. I don’t even know what you call this. I’m gonna call it a Gremblygunk.

& Carson: We don’t— We don’t get to have big hearts. Remember that.

& Tanya: You’re a coward. You’re... a coward.
    Eugene: That is a correct assessment.

& Negan: You do not need to be scared anymore. You don’t need to be scared. You just have to answer me one question... And it’s a big one... Who. Are—

& Eugene: I’m Negan. I’m utterly, completely, stone-cold Negan. I was Negan before I even met you.

& Eugene: Eugene. You’re Dwight. We are Negan.

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