Lemon Scented You

American Gods 1×5

& — The gods are great. But people are greater. For it is in their hearts that gods are born, and to their hearts that they return.

& — Gods live and gods die. And soon enough, Nunyunnini was entirely... forgotten.

& Laura: Hi, puppy.
    Shadow Moon: Hey... baby. The fuck are you doing here?

& Laura: You know what they say about grief. Next to every cemetery is a motel.

& Shadow Moon: I don’t want you kissing cold lips.
    Laura: What?
    Shadow Moon: Normally, people who die tend to stay in their graves, that’s what.
    Laura: Do they really, puppy?

& Laura: You and me... it can. I’m sure there are some things about our marriage that we’re going to have to work on—
    Shadow Moon: What, like you being dead?

& Technical Boy: That is one mass fucking delusion!
    Media: Mass delusions are as old as I am. I was there when the Martians invaded in 1938. What a panic. Powerful panic.

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& Media: They believed it was true, and it was.
    Technical Boy: Not everyone believed.
    Media: Not everyone had to. Just enough. That’s all Mr. Wednesday needs... Just enough. Maybe just one.

& Detective: What were you doing in Chicago?
    Mr. Wednesday: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.
    Detective: Try me.
    Mr. Wednesday: Chicago. Honest answers only.
    Detective: If you can manage.
    Mr. Wednesday: God’s honest. I was recruiting a tired but still vital god of death into a war against the new gods who very rightly fear him as much as they should fear me but don’t yet.

& Mad Sweeney: You’re the wife. You’re the dead wife. Give me my fucking coin, dead wife.

& Mad Sweeney: The dead can’t own things. That’s why God made last wills and testaments.

& Mad Sweeney: He’s a god. You don’t believe me?
    Laura: No, no. Just processing.

& Mr. World: You’re an individualist. Rugged individualism. It simply doesn’t work anymore. Brands. Sure. A useful heuristic. But ultimately, everything is all systems interlaced, a single product manufactured by a single company for a single global market. Spicy, medium, or chunky. They get a choice, of course. Of course! But they are buying salsa.

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