Git Gone

American Gods 1×4

& Shadow Moon: Best drinks have self-defining names. Order a Manhattan, God knows what you’re going to get, but you order gin and tonic, Jack and Coke, it’s not just a name. It’s a command.

& Shadow Moon: The weak spot. All you need is one. It’s usually people’s attention.

& Laura: I went to bed every night in a world full of magic where anything was possible. And then one day you find out that Santa’s not real, and then the Tooth Fairy isn’t real... And there’s no farm upstate for old dogs... Then I started reading history books, and Jesus isn’t real. And it’s like everything that made the world anything more than what it is is just— is just stories. Just snake oil, but worse because snakes are real.

& Robbie: They think Krav Maga is a Jew thing. It’s a mind thing— maximum effectiveness, maximum efficiency, how to dismantle your opponent in any situation. Maybe that is a Jew thing, though. They did survive all kinds of shit. Plus it’s an insane workout.

& Laura: We are like a history book. We’re established fact. We don’t change. We live in the same town that I grew up in, in my dead grandma’s shitty house. You have a shitty job. I have a shitty job. And I want more.

& Laura: You will never get caught.

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& Laura: How did you get caught?

& Anubis: In life you believed in nothing. You will go to nothing. You will be done. There will be darkness.
    Laura: And peace?
    Anubis: There will be darkness.

& Laura: Audrey, this would be embarrassing under any circumstance, but it’s particularly embarrassing under this circumstance.

& Audrey: Laura?
    Laura: Yes, Audrey.
    Audrey: What’s the last thing you remember before you died?
    Laura: Um... Oh.
    Audrey: Oh?
    Laura: Yeah.

& Audrey: It’s so much easier grieving someone when you’re glad they’re dead.

& Laura: I love Shadow— loved Shadow— love Shadow. I love Shadow.

& Mr. Ibis: Pins for the bones. Threads for the muscles. Paint for the skin.

& Laura: Hi, Puppy.

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