Breakout Kings 2x10

Served Cold

& Ray: Just do it! This is my kid! He has my girl.

& Ray: This animal has Theresa, and you’re just standing there!
    Lloyd: Please, just take a breath. Right now you are literally not thinking right. Your adrenal glands are working overtime; your heart’s sending a deluge of blood to your brain...
    Ray: This is all your fault, you little college prick!

& Damien: Why would I take an old man over the innocence of youth? Now, if you ever want to hold your little girl again, I suggest you look to a youth that wasn’t so innocent. I’d start with the man who popped Julianne’s cherry. Excuse my vulgar language.

& Damien: I made this game just for you, Dr. Lowery.

& Ray: First guy you slept with.
    Julianne: Um...

& Lloyd: He didn’t leave anything in Charlie’s wedding album. He left it in Charlie.

& Shea: Now, thank me. Thank me for not killing you and throwing you in that Dumpster over there.
    Pete: ..... Thank you.
    Shea: That-a-girl.

& Erica: What were you doing with my phone?
    Shea: Takin’ care of business.

& Lloyd: Ray, I’m trying to help.
    Ray: I don’t want your help. I want my daughter! Now cross your T’s and dot your I’s, and do it again.
    Lloyd: That might be it.
    Ray: Might be what?
    Lloyd: The T’s and the I’s. Letters. The numbers might represent letters. It’s so simple. Instead of 20 degrees, it’s the 20th letter of the alphabet, T.
    Shea: If you figure this out, I’ll finally admit you’re a genius.

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& Damien: Right now, Teresa’s in a very cramped, very dark, very hot space. She’s taking in more CO2 than oxygen, at this point. Whether she lives is in the good doctor’s hands. All Lloyd has to do... is take a gun... and put a bullet in the head of that dirty murdering con you’ve been dragging around with you.

& Lloyd: I have to kill Max.

& Lloyd: No, no, no, no, no, no! You’re the law; you can’t do this! You can’t do this! It’s not happening! It’s not happening!

& Damien: Not having second thoughts, are you, Doc?
    Lloyd: I said I’ll do it.
    Damien: Then what’s the holdup?
    Lloyd: It’s premed... It’s premeditated* murder.

& Damien: Honestly, I don’t understand your moral dilemma.
    Lloyd: You are a sociopath!
    Damien: That’s true. But that doesn’t mean I can’t offer a little perspective. Which guilt would you rather live with? Killing a murderer or killing an innocent girl?..

& Erica: What just happened?

& — So this guy’s claiming you drugged him, yanked him all over town, and threatened to shoot him?
    Shea: Did he tell you about the alien attack, too? Homeboy copped some of our computer girl’s prescription pills. He’s-he’s tripping.

& Marisol DuChamp: God needed him... That’s what I believe... It’s what I have to believe.

& Chief Inspector Wendell: If you provide me with the detailed and truthful account of today’s events... then your prison sentences will be considered served in full. You can be with your mother... girlfriend... your daughter... Tonight. Free as birds. Just give me Zancanelli.

--
premeditated — предумышленный

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__ So... Chances're the Season 3 will be. And it's good. Question is: How they plan to keep the fire...

Breakout Kings 2x9

Freakshow

& Lloyd: How many ways can I say it? I’m done. I’m out.

& Mother: This job was the one good thing you had going, and you just had to quit it, like everything else from violin to Boy Scouts...
    Lloyd: All right, I’m in. I’m in!
    Mother: And ballet lessons...
    Lloyd: Get these things off me!

& Ray: Your plan to catch Damien is ignore him?
    Lloyd: ... Ray, there are seven phases to a serial killer’s process. Okay, right now Damien is in the totem phase. The next is depression. Now, in order for him to maintain the rush from his most recent murder and avoid a scathing case of the gloomies, he needs to hold on to a trophy. I’m his audience, Ray. I am the proverbial trophy. If I talk to him, I’m just giving him what he wants. But if I ignore him... that’s gonna knock him off balance.
    Shea: Yo... “Fire and Ice.”
    Lloyd: “Fire and Ice,” Sheamond.

& Ray: What did you find out?
    Lloyd: I just had a nice conversation with a contortionist. But... I don’t remember anything that she said to me.

& Shea: That’s a black dude? Oh, man, this ain’t right.
    Lloyd: Black man in white face. Racist.

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& Erica: We’re gonna run away together? Play house, be a big happy family?
    Pete: Erica, I...
    Erica: No, Pete. If you’re about to say “I love you,” I am gonna punch you in the face.

& Shea: I guess we’re looking for a hobbit-sized trailer. You know what I don’t get?.. How can a midget and a fat lady have a tall, skinny kid?
    Lloyd: Oh, come on, I’m the only one who remembers Punnett squares from biology class?

& Shea: The bigger question is how does a dude that small get it on with a woman weighing in at 900 lbs?
    Lloyd: It’s all mechanics, Shea, okay? So you take the fulcrum... the fulcrum, right?

& — You’re crazy.
    Max Morris: One, two...
    — No. No, listen, I’m not playing your sick game, man.
    Max: You better. Because I am.

& Max: Still warm.
    Shea: Oh, that’s got to be killing you, man. Homeboy’s been here for three minutes, and he’s already in Julianne’s drawers.
    Lloyd: That cuts deep, Shea, like a knife. Thanks for the support.

--
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__ They play really hard here. With such boost there must be a Season 3.

Breakout Kings 2x8

SEALd Fate

& Julianne: I’m sorry. Um, you-you are still so... important to me, an important... friend.

& Ray: You’re quiet. You’re never quiet. Everything all right?

& Shea: Beheaded?
    Ray: Yeah.
    Shea: As in the dude’s head is gone?
    Erica: Yeah, that’s what “Beheaded” means, genius.
    Ray: And it looks like he took it with him.
    Shea: Beheaded?

& Ray: What are you, Spiderman?
    Shea: They got security cameras all over the place. If you want to be on Big Brother’s radar, be my guest.

& — Please, you don’t know what you’re doing.
    Whitman: I know, I’m crazy. But I have a gun, so sit down.

& Shea: They make Whitman look crazy in case he talks, then try to dope him, so he don’t talk.
    Ray: Talk about what?
    Shea: About whatever super-secret, black ops, oogity-boogity thing he knows about.

& Damien: Wake up, Doc. You can sleep when you’re dead.

& Damien: I know what it feels like. There’s a high that comes with having total control.
    Lloyd: Then come the lows. The highs and lows aren’t real, Damien, they are tricks your mind plays on you.
    Damien: All this time you pretended to be better than me when, in reality, we’re more alike than you realize. Both smart, both misunderstood. Both murderers. ... You’re as evil as me, Doc. Maybe more.

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& Lloyd: Don’t do this. You could leave now and just disappear.
    Damien: Boring.
{ Like Moriarty’s ’Boring’ ) }

& Damien: Whether she lives or dies is not up to me. It’s up to you. I believe poker’s your game?.. You win, she lives. You lose... she dies.

& Lloyd: Queen high! I win. Now please, let her go. ... I won!
    Damien: Ooh, you were so close.
    Lloyd: I wasn’t close... I won.
    Damien: But you forgot to take into account the most important variable... I’m insane.

& Lloyd: We had a deal!
    Damien: Winning hand, losing hand... none of it matters, Lloyd, because I have the upper hand.

& Ray: Shea, you go downstairs, you go upstairs, I’m going to take the main floor.
    Shea: No, the only thing I’m taking is my black ass back to the SUV. Hey, Ray, they got Navy SEALs, kung fu ninja assassins and shit up in there.
    Ray: That’s the job, Seamus.

& Lloyd: I’m done with all of this! I quit.

--
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__ Good approaching to the Season's finale.

Breakout Kings 2x7

Ain’t Love (50) Grand?

& Erica: What’s his problem?
    Shea: Dude’s in heat over Julianne.
    Lloyd: Wrong, bitches. Men don’t go into heat. Being the superior progenitors*, they are always ready, willing, and able.

& Erica: Do you need romance tips, Lloyd? What women want is...
    Shea: All right, don’t... don’t listen to her. See, women do not know what they want, and even if they did, they would never admit that what they want is what they want.
    Erica: That made absolutely zero sense.
    Lloyd: No, I understood completely. Continue, Shea.

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& Ray: I’m gonna get in the truck. Whoever stays out here will be considered a fugitive.
    Lloyd: You guys want to...? Should we...?

& Lloyd: You forgot six visits? That’s... very forgetful.

& Lloyd: I was the recipient of some just awful advice. It was well-intentioned but, uh... completely ill-fitting for me. Julianne. {...} I realize that the only advice that I should have heeded is Alfred Lord Tennyson’s because I think it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. And I just want to tell you... that I love you. You don’t have to say anything... but if you did, if you did feel the same way... or if, um, if you felt like someday in the future you might feel the same way... just walk by my desk where I’m sitting and, um... put this number two pencil down in front of me. Then I’ll know. Or don’t... I mean, what-whatever makes you feel more comfortable. But I need to say what I just said... and... I’m glad that I did.

& Lloyd: This is a pen; I said a pencil. Jules, what does a pen mean?! She... she left me a pen.

--
progenitor — прародитель; предок; основатель рода

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Breakout Kings 2x6

I Smell Emmy

& Claire: The whole purpose of a journalism is to get you to put your thoughts into words. I don’t expect Emily Dickinson...
    Emmy: Emily Dick-in-who?

& Ray: That bought her 20 years.
    Shea: I guess she didn’t want to wait that long, or we wouldn’t be here.
    Ray: Wait till you hear how she escaped. Go ahead. Tell ’em, Jules.
    Julianne: Why me?
    Ray: Because it grosses me out.

& Lloyd: I see what happened here... Uh, gentlemen, if you’ll take a closer look back there, you’ll see that this gentleman left you a DNA sample in the shrubbery, because he stood at that window last night, pleasuring himself with his right hand. Right?
    Ray: This is the masturbation expert. Let’s hear it.

---

& Shea: Wait, aren’t you supposed to be figuring out why Damien is referencing the Clinton scandal?
    Lloyd: I’m trying, but I don’t really remember much from that long national nightmare.
    Shea: Man, how could you forget about that? That was on the news 24/7.

& Lloyd: Son of a biscuit.

& Lloyd: Do I leave the car here, or what? Sh... Okay, okay. Right is go, left is no. And... poop, ow. Okay... This is touchy.

& Ray: This is why you don’t have a driver’s license!
    Lloyd: My first time with two lesbians didn’t go exactly how I planned.

& Ray: These broads are nuts. Th-They’re shooting out padlocks, they’re busting through fences.
    Lloyd: Well, that’s Oxycontin in action. It’s the cuddle hormone, okay? It’s a neuropeptide released by the hypothalamus during sexual stimulation. Women have five times more of it than men do, so basically we’re dealing with a pair of huge over-stimulized brains.

& Lloyd: This is the interview tape from January 26, 1998. Now, that’s the day Clinton publicly denied any shenanigans with Blue Dress McOnherknees.

& Lloyd: If a guy in a band named Learned Hand is getting laid, there is no justice in the world.

& Lloyd: If you want, I could put my gun down, so to speak, we could talk.
    Damien: I know that tactic. We’ve read the same philosophers. “Always recognize that human individuals are ends.” You know the rest, right?
    Lloyd: “Do not use them as mere means to your end.” Immanuel Kant.
    Damien: I have to thank you, Lloyd, for freeing me... You’ve opened me up to a whole new world.

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Breakout Kings 2x5

Self Help

& Ray: He’s got a nice business going; he clears low six figures a year.
    Lloyd: Whoa, whoa, whoa, six figures? Come on. I’m Harvard-educated, my I.Q.’s the price of a gallon of high-test... why aren’t I making that kind of money?
    Erica: Because... you gambled it all away.

& Lloyd: “If you fail to strive, your self-esteem will be trapped in a rectangle”... that’s spelled W-R-E-C-K-tangle... “And your shame sphere will overflow.” Okay? This is unadulterated hogwash*, hokum*, bunk* and balderdash*. This guy has brain-dead acolytes* filling his visitation log like a phone book. Do you know who’s in mine?.. My mother!

& Ken: It’s great to see you, Ronnie. What are you doing here? I’ve been marking off the calendar boxes; you’re not due for another 146 days.
    Ronnie: What’d I always say about boxes, huh?.. You put yourself in a box, Ken, you get stuck there. But a circle...
    Ken: A circle can roll forever.
    Ronnie: Absolutely.

& Lloyd: He’s got a PhD?.. A Personal Healing Degree. You guys, he’s got a Personal Healing Degree. Please, let me be in a coma, and this is not real, and I’ll wake up... now. No, no. No, it’s still here.

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& Erica: Oh, my God, both of you, shut the hell up. Shea, not everything’s about race. And, Lloyd, if you want to look down your nose at salespeople, do it in your head, okay?

& Lloyd: Okay, if you refer to her like that again, I will be all over you like a honey badger out of a burlap sack. And you’ll win the fight, Shea, but I will do some damage.

& Lloyd: Well, Mr. Arturo, the reason Dr. Dakota Silicon and I are here is not for you, per se, but rather for a fugitive we’re tracking... Ronald Marcum.
    Arturo: I get sent to solitary and that son of a bitch is running free?
    Erica: Since this morning, and it’s why you were sent to solitary that interests me and Dr. Smallmember.

& Pete: Look, I set up nightclubs, okay? Half the people that I do business with should probably be in prison, so... Did you kill somebody?
    Erica: Five.
    Pete: ........
    Erica: No, um... Mortgage fraud. I made a mistake.

& Lloyd: I can see your lady boner.

& Ray: Your “Breakikikikikikikd” as your blackmail theory or you’re gonna make me look stupid.
    Lloyd: Okay, I’m officially biting my tongue.

& Lloyd: You know, for what’s it worth, the suit doesn’t make the man. If you’d applied yourself to anything other than your chosen profession, you would be ten times more successful than Ronnie Marcum, okay? And as much as it sickens me to say... you’re very smart, Shea.

--
hogwash — фигня
hokum — жульничество
bunk — трескучие фразы
balderdash — галиматья
acolyte — прислужник; псаломщик

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Breakout Kings 2x4

Cruz Control

& Shea: Did I see Jules at Maybelle earlier?
    Lloyd: I... don’t know.
    Erica: See? That’s why you suck at gambling. You have the worst poker face ever.

& Shea: Ray, we’re in prime Royal gang territory. I’m not down with this.
    Ray: You’ll be all right.
    Shea: The Royals are like Southern rednecks. They hate three things: black people, the police and black people.

& Lloyd: If I had a few months to live... I’ve narrowed my wishes down to three. First, is to play in the World Series of Poker, proudly... proudly wearing... a flame shirt.

& Lloyd: Shea, what would be your dying wish?
    Shea: I’ll take my girl to the penthouse of the Plaza, pull down the blinds and ride it out till the end.
    Lloyd: “Ride it out”... is that a double entendre?
    Shea: Yeah.

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& Ray: ...patience, young Jedi.
    Shea: .....
    Ray: Patience, young Jedi.
    Shea: .....
    Ray: It’s Yoda.
    Shea: Yeah... I got that.
    Ray: Star Wars marathon last night. Finally got cable in my apartment.
    Shea: Only one black guy in that whole movie and they make him a traitor.
    Lloyd: Calrissian, please.

& Shea: Explain to me why we’re trying to stop Cruz. I mean, he’s killing dirt bags. I say let him do his thing.
    Erica: Oh, I wonder how he feels about ex-drug traffickers.
    Shea: Should we slide him your resume, Shea?
    Erica: Regardless of who he’s taking out, you can’t appoint yourselves judge, jury, and executioner.

& Julianne: Lloyd suggested that I... put my thoughts down.
    Erica: Lloyd is a socially-inept, know-it-all, self-centered pain in the ass who likes to push people’s buttons... Except for when it comes to you.

& Erica: There’s no do-overs for this sort of stuff. You deal with it, or it deals with you.

& Erica: Some bitches hit back.

& Lloyd: So, after the World Championship of Poker, I’d move on to dying wish number two. Now, Mom and I already have it worked out, okay? Fly first class to Dublin, get a room at the Country Cliffs Bed and Breakfast.
    Ray: One room?
    Lloyd: It’s more economical. See some sites, kiss a little Blarney Stone maybe.
    Ray: You know the Irish piss on that?
    Lloyd: I live in prison, Ray, okay? If it’s just a little urine, I consider that a victory.

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Breakout Kings 2x3

Double Down

& Lloyd: It’s a move I’m developing, and it’s called... the double punch.
    Erica: No.
    Lloyd: Why? One punch is good. Two punches is doubly good. It’s twice the power. Hi-yah.
    Erica: Twice the pain. Hi-yah!

& Lloyd: Wait, did you say he called you his face? That’s a concept from Asian culture. The face is actually the reputation, and if your rep’s been damaged, like Dixon’s has with all the heat he’s garnered, you can borrow or even rent a new face. It’s an interesting bit of psychology, actually. You know, the Chinese— they hire Caucasians to pose...

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& Ray: You come across any Kizzy in AC?
    Lloyd: Oh, no, cocktail waitresses are temptresses* placed there to ply* you with libations* and then distract you from your cards. I make a practice of ignoring them.
    Erica: Before they can ignore you?

& — We let you live once, Marshal...
    Lloyd: I am not a Marshal! I’m a criminal like you guys! Please, don’t do this!

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temptresses — соблазнительница
ply — заниматься; потчевать
libation — возлияние

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Breakout Kings 2x2

Round Two

& Victor Mannion: Two minutes to freedom.

& Dr. Edmunds: It’s my understanding Dr. Lowery’s no longer a doctor.
    Ray: Well, they took away his license, not what he learned.

& Shea: I’ve seen a lot of people die, Lloyd. I don’t die with them.

& FBI agent: I’m gonna need you to adjust your attitude.
    Shea: Couple of steps back before I adjust your ass with my foot.

& Ray: What kind of mother puts her kid on her lap instead of a car seat?
    Lloyd: Britney Spears, or a mother who’s been kidnapped.

& Erica: I need a gun.
    Lloyd: I am not comfortable with her having a gun, Raymond.
    Erica: Have you been tracking people since you were eight?
    Lloyd: When I was eight, I was applying for colleges. And that being said, on a purely logical level, which one of us should have a gun?

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& Lloyd: Do you remember Manuel Noriega, Panamanian dictator captured by U.S. troops?.. More specifically, how he was captured? Psychologically speaking, these guys are in the exact same situation, okay? Guarding two hostages with their lives and a cut of $9 million on the line, we are talking a nearly explosive level of stress hormones coursing through their brains right now. Oh, yeah. Throw in a little sensory disturbance into the mix, it will definitely illicit a debilitating neuro-endocrine reaction. AKA I’m gonna get all up inside these bitches’ heads.

& Lloyd: Keep an ear out for my safe word.
    Erica: Did... did you really give yourself a safe word?
    Lloyd: Yeah. It’s “shabba.”
    Erica: What’s shabba?
    Lloyd: You know the song,
            ♪ Mr. Loverman... shabba! ♪

& Lloyd: Shabba.
    — What the hell is “shabba”?
    Lloyd: Shabba! Shabba! Shabba!

& — Screw you, bitch.
    Erica: I won’t. But my Glock will.

& Lloyd: ... I didn’t do my job, and ten years later, a good man died.
    Ray: Oh, get off the cross, Lloyd, we need the wood.

& Shea: To Charlie. A good man gone too soon.

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Breakout Kings 2x1

An Unjust Death

& Erica: Lloyd, stop bouncing around.
    Lloyd: I’m just so excited, okay? It’s been what, a month since we had a runner? Starting to think people hated freedom.

& Julianne: Hey, guys! Welcome back to Chez Breakout Kings. On the menu today is a runner from Danbury, Connecticut.

& Ray: What do you know about this psycho?
    Lloyd: Okay, well, his father was a very wealthy business man, and studies show that the neurological makeup of successful CEOs is often nearly an exact match to those of serial killers. Both are calculating, methodical, capable of separating themselves from emotion. Basically, one tweak in a brain fold, and you go from Gordon Gecko to Charlie Manson.

& Charlie: All right, Lloyd, you know his guy. I want you front and center on this case.
    Lloyd: Oh, actually, I was hoping for more of, like, a back and off to the side position, Charlie. This guy hates me, and not like you hate me. He hates me hates me.

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& Howson: Has the devil brought you here?
    Erica: No... Ray Zancanelli. But close enough.
    Ray: Cute.

& Howson: I’m surprised you know your Bible, doc.
    Lloyd: Well, I’m a genius, I know lots of stuff.

& Shea: Ray’s worried his white ass is gonna be flapping in the breeze. What about my sweet, sweet ass?
Erica: It’s gonna be left flapping right beside Ray’s.

& Lloyd: How can you eat at a time like this?
    Shea: Let me see if me not enjoying this tasty burger makes the computer go faster. Jules?..
    Julianne: Nope. Same speed.
    Shea: Here we go.

& Lloyd: Okay, Charlie, I think we’re entitled to a little more than a bunch of half-baked cliches and platitudes.
    Charlie: Actually, as a convict, you’re not entitled to dick.

& Damien Fontleroy: Believe it.

& Charlie: Erica...
    Erica: Hey. Hey, handsome.
    Charlie: I didn’t want... I didn’t want Lloyd... and Shea’s ugly mugs... To be the last thing I s... I saw.

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__ So. The 2nd Season’s start was good. Charlie is out. Who's in?

Breakout Kings 1x13

Where in the World Is Carmen Vega

Season 1, Episode 13

& Shea: That’s when she got that look in her eye when she doesn’t get what she wants, and then she calls me a name that I don’t allow people who ain’t black to call me.
    Lloyd: Ooh. Was it “home slice”*?

& Lloyd: This is terrible. They finally take us to a strip club, and all the strippers are wearing bathrobes and crying.

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& Lloyd: Shea’s up to something.
    Erica: He’s a gangster. He’s always up to something.

& Lloyd: Erica, that is the prisoner’s dilemma. It’s a classic illustration of why people try to screw each other over when it’s in their best interests to cooperate. It’s game theory. You think Shea’s going to run, you run first.


-- Dict:
home slice = good friend or buddy


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And this was

The End of Season 1

Could it b an end of all the show?.. Who knows. Let's c.

Breakout Kings 1x12

There Are Rules

Season 1, Episode 12

& Lloyd: ... Kid’s crying, the mom is naked, and then the party clown says, “Now that is what I call a balloon knot.” Why aren’t you laughing?

& Charlie: You like jokes, Lloyd?.. You ever heard the one about the psychiatrist that got his teeth knocked our?
    Lloyd: That wasn’t funny, though.

& Shea: That’s Chester Rhodes. Bad son of a bitch. He’s killed more people than smoking. He’s the real deal.
    Lloyd: How do you know him? Did you guys pledge at Yale together?
    Shea: I pledge* I’ll put my foot up your ass.

& — It’s my shop. Am I in some kind of trouble?
    Charlie: Well, this is the third garage I’ve been to today, and I’m starting to smell like brake fluid, so if you waste my time, yeah, you’re in trouble.
    — Hey, man, I’m just a mechanic.
    Charlie: And I just have a tan.

& Julianne: Maybe it’ll be me. I mean, the marshals already tossed me once.
    Lloyd: Like they’d really shoot Bambi. Come on.

---

& Lloyd: No offense, Charlie, but you have been behind a desk for some time, so maybe interrogation is not your forte.
    Charlie: I know what I’m doing, Lloyd.
    Lloyd: I’m just saying, I have an idea.
    Charlie: Thanks. No, thanks. ... Lloyd? What do you have in mind?

& Lloyd: You haven’t cracked this filbert* yet, Duchamp? Don’t know how you cash your paycheck, buddy.
    Charlie: He’s being uncooperative, sir.
    Lloyd: Well, you have to give a little to get a little, dummy. Speaking of which, why don’t you go get me and Mr. Zepeda here a coffee. You like yours black, Latin or honky?
    Zepeda: Little bit of cream.
    Lloyd: Latin for the Latino. Go, Wesley Snipes. ... Are your legs broke? Do it now.

& Zepeda: Wait. This is not a transfer form!
    Lloyd: I’m not a U.S. marshal. But you did just register to vote. So enjoy Attica.

& Lloyd: Hey, Ray. Can I get a couple bucks? I want to get a cannoli.
    Ray: If you buy lottery tickets, you addict, you’ll have to put your finger up your ass to scratch ’em off.

& Ray: All right. You know each of us has to room with a con.
    Charlie: I know. I’m bunking with Erica.
    Ray: Yeah, right.
    Charlie: I’m not bunking with Lowery. I can’t stand him. I’ll kill him.
    Ray: And I won’t? No way, not happening.
    Lloyd: Hey. I know what you guys are arguing about. Jerks.
    Charlie: Rock, paper, scissors?

& Lloyd: I think it’s ironic that people run when the universe is so infinite. We can never truly flee the ubiquitous realm we all share. The truth is, you can be a galaxy away, and we’d still all be together. You know what I mean, Charlie?
    Charlie: I can’t believe there’s only one clean bed left.
    Lloyd: Yeah...
    Charlie: ... Why is your underwear on the chair, Lloyd?
    Lloyd: I sleep unencumbered*, Charles. ... Sweet dreams.


-- Dict:
pledge — обещать; заверять; ручаться
filbert — фундук
unencumbered — необремененный

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Breakout Kings 1x11

Off the Beaten Path

Season 1, Episode 11

& Lloyd: Yeah, “comorbidity”* basically means that Bennett is a whole cocktail of crazy. You know? Uh, think of him as trail mix, except you replace the nuts, and the pretzels and those delicious little yogurt droplets with paranoid schizophrenia, auditory hallucinations, and, uh, delusional psychosis.

& Lloyd: Teddy? I’m Lloyd. {...} Normally, I would take my time and we could some play word association games and, uh, I’d use positive reinforcement and you’d talk to me when you’re comfortable and ready, but I don’t have time. So... I’m going to do something completely unethical, and bribe you with candy. What do you think about those? You like chocolate, don’t you?

& Erica: I bet you Lloyd took it.
    Shea: Yeah. Or you. All I know is I didn’t take it.
    Erica: Yeah, okay. Says the gangbanger.
    Shea: First of all, I wasn’t a gangbanger, shorty. Gangbangers worked for me. That’s like calling Bill Gates a computer geek.

& Shea: Good luck trying to read it. It looks like a mouse on mushrooms wrote it.
    Lloyd: Ooh. Hypergraphics. It’s a synthesis of text and other media. There is a keen intelligence underneath all this psychosis.

& Charlie: What deal did you make with him?
    Ray: All the ribs he can eat and a 12-pack of beer.
    Gunderson: And a Hustler!
    Ray: Yea, and that, too.

---

& Charlie: Lloyd, you stay here and go through the diary.
    Lloyd: I can look at it as I’m with you. I can hike. I can climb.
    Charlie: This is not a Dungeons & Dragons game, Lloyd.

& Shea: And I’m staying here, right?
    Charlie: Wrong.
    Shea: Dude, I’m from Washington Heights. I-I-I barely been on grass in my life.

& Shea: Seriously, Ray? Sinatra? The whole ride up?

& Ray: Homemade alarm system. Who knows what else they planted?..
    Shea: This is why black people don’t go camping.

& Bennett: Clean yourself up, kitten. Today’s your wedding day.


-- Dict:
comorbidity — сопутствующие заболевания


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Breakout Kings 1x10

Paid in Full

Season 1, Episode 10

& Shea: What’s up?
    Charlie: Get your asses in your civvies* and your nose in the case files.

& Lloyd: Did you know the human body requires complex sugars and soluble fats for optimum performance?.. Donuts have both.

& Shea: Your snitch* is blowing us off, Ray.
    Ray: She’ll be here, and if she’s a snitch, what does that make you?
    Shea: Yo, Ray, I ain’t no snitch. I am a confidential informant. A snitch is someone who sells knowledge to the popo*, but a CI is someone who trades based on a mutual trust and respect with a specific law enforcement officer.

& Ray’s snitch: I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.     Chastity*. What’s up, brah?

---

& Chastity: You know that sick son of a bitch shot a poodle?
    Shea: Oh, you mean, pekinese?
    Chastity: Pekinese, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these. Who cares? He shot a dog.

& Shea: Why she call you Big Ray?
    Ray: ’Cause I got a big heart. What can I tell you?
    Shea: Oh, that’s what you call it now?

& Shea: Charlie runs the show, which makes no sense. I mean, Ray’s the one with the field experience. Why is he answering to a desk jockey? Everything Charlie knows, he goggled.
    Lloyd: Googled. Googled. You’ve never used a computer, have you?

& Ray: “Emuby,” uh... What kind of name is that, Lloyd?
    Lloyd: ... Emuebie Okafor, and clearly he’s Scottish. ... He’s Nigerian.

& Virgil: I have one simple rule: Hit only the people on your list... Don’t touch anyone else. It’s simple economics.

& Rose: No, please, I’m not on the list!
    Virgil: Yeah, but I’m in the weeds.


-- Dict:
civvies — штатская одежда
snitch — осведомитель
popo = A Police officer
Chastity — девственность

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Breakout Kings 1x9

One for the Money

Season 1, Episode 9

& Shea: Now Breakout Kings, that’s a name that got ring to it.
    Erica: “Breakout Kings”? Is that what they’re calling us? I love it.
    Ray: We’re not called Breakout Kings.
    Shea: Why not?
    Ray: ’Cause we’re not breaking out of anything.

& Erica: He is well-endowed*. I guarantee it.
    Julianne: How can you tell? I mean, I-I don’t, I don’t care. It’s just, you know, you said that...
    Erica: He’s confident, yet calm. He doesn’t need to resort to all the nonsense guys do that need to compensate. He knows what he’s got. Look at that expression. It’s, like, “Whatever. I don’t need to make a big deal out of it. You know why? Hmm? Because I’m packing.”
    Shea: All that from a mug shot.
    Erica: Yes.

& Lloyd: Andre is a man who lives for instant gratification, his vanity*, his trappings* of wealth. His self-satisfaction derived from theorized physical attributes. He’s a walking id. And he clearly suffers from persistent ego aggrandizing* disorder. So, his first order of business getting out of jail will follow that suit.
    Shea: Meaning what?
    Erica: He needs to get laid.

& Lloyd: Did this Kate happen to make any comments about Andre’s...
    Charlie: His what?
    Erica: Fugitive task force.

---

& Lloyd: Like Freud stated so simply... sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. ... And this is not a cigar. This is a turd*.

& Lloyd: Oh, 1998 Domaine Ruisseau Des Pres...
    Charlie: Whatever that means.
    Lloyd: It means it’s a $1,500 bottle of champagne, Charles.
    Shea: More of a Cristal man, myself.
    Lloyd: Yeah, I’ve seen the Poof Daddy videos.

& Lloyd: Andre just buys his women like-like so much merchandise. That’s how he became such a prolific panty-dropper. Okay? Oniomania. Greek for oneomai, meaning “to buy.” It’s an impulse control disorder. It’s a sub symptom of immediate gratification wherein Andre gets high from vicious cycles of spending. And he spends ’cause he’s a walking id, and he steals ’cause he can’t not spend.

& Charlie: We’re looking for the box with the skunk* cigars.
    Lloyd: Get to it. Okay. ... Not this one. It’s silky smooth. ... Oh, my God, yes, you are full-bodied. And how about you?.. No, you are way too earthy to be a dud, aren’t you? ... Yeah, you got, you got a bit of cedar in you, don’t you, you little scamp?
    Charlie: Lloyd. How about...?
    Lloyd: ... Okay, grandpa slippers right here.

& Shea: Self-persistent... what do you call it, Lloyd?
    Lloyd: Oh, persistent ego aggrandizing disorder.
    Shea: Douchebag-itis, basically.


-- Dict:
well-endowed — хорошо обеспеченный
vanity — суета
trappings — внешние атрибуты
aggrandize — возвеличивать
turd — дерьмо
skunk — скунс; вонючка


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Breakout Kings 1x8

Steaks

Season 1, Episode 8

& Ray: You never read Zig Ziglar?
    Charlie: Zig Ziglar, Ray?
    Ray: Motivation’s like bathing, you gotta do it every day. All right. Whichever one of you three animals does the best on this caper, gets the steak dinner.

& Ray: We’re with the U.S. marshals, we called on the way here.
    Janice Day: {...} You can set up a time with my assistant Jeffrey. I’m pretty sure I’m free early next week. Thanks.
    Ray: What’s your problem?
    Janice Day: Glad you asked. You see, when I spoke to the prosecutors about how my brother stealing a car when he was 18 didn’t warrant 25 years, no one listened. And when I told the warden he was having a hard time in prison, he didn’t do a damn thing. So everyone in law enforcement, which would include you two idiots, can line up and kiss my ass.

& Julianne: ...maybe he was looking for pointers on how to defend himself.
    Lloyd: There are way easier ways to cover your ass in prison.
    Shea: Like?
    Lloyd: You know those tuna packets they sell in the commissary? At nighttime, you take that stuff, you smear it all over your body, okay? Then you don’t shower for three months. The smell would make an attacker throw up instantly. And you also have to sit alone at chow and talk to yourself like you’re a crazy person. “Hey. Hey. Hey. — What? — I’ll kill you. — Shut up. — Uh...”
    Shea: So you were that dude.
    Lloyd: Hell yeah, I was. Those two elements combined, I had a shield of protection around me like I was in the Gungan friggin’ grand army.
    Shea: ???
    Julianne: Star Wars.
    Lloyd: My homegirl.

& Lloyd: I thought this was going to be Smithy code easy and it’s turning out to be Dorabella difficult.

---

& Lloyd: That is because prison is awful. That’s why I want that steak dinner. That’s also why, even though Ray and Charlie crap all over me, this isn’t that bad of a situation for me because every time I taste real coffee, or I smell some perfume, or I look out that window and see the water, it’s just like this little tiny taste of freedom.
    Julianne: I should try that some time. Deprivating myself of things so I appreciate them more. Just as an experiment.
    Lloyd: I got 25 years. It’s not an experiment, it’s my life.

& Lloyd: I am so close. I just can’t... It’s like trying to find the g-spot.

& Julianne: I don’t know where it is. I gave you all of the ISP info I was able to pull. ... No. Because I’m a... A data tracker, not a computer hacker. Well, then, try control, alt, delete. ... Look, you’re the expert, not me.

& Lloyd: Goal!
    Julianne: Uh, that’s for a touchdown.
    Lloyd: Touchdown!

& Ray: Why wouldn’t you take your hand out of the jar? You could have been killed. Weed?!
    Wrong Terry Miller: I was scared.
    Charlie: On behalf of the United States marshals we, uh, we apologize for any inconvenience that we may have caused, all right? Go ahead and enjoy your marijuana as if we were never here. You’re not going to have any problems.

& Shea: Dude had wheels. Is it just me, or are white people getting faster?

& Lloyd: Back in time for din-din. Raymond, shall we?
    Ray: What makes you think you’re gettin’ it?
    Lloyd: I cracked the code that cracked the case. So soon I will be cracking lobster tails as I enjoy my surf and turf.
    Shea: Back it up, professor. Anyone can sit in a warm office all day and read books. I jumped off the dumpster like Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka and tackled a dude today.

& Ray: All right, Charlie should get this. He went Lawrence Taylor on a guy, even with a bum leg. But I did promise it to a con, and when I asked for backup at the pharmacy, it was Erica who got behind the wheel in two seconds.
    Erica: Thanks, Ray.
    Lloyd: Shocker. You give it to the person with the most boobs.
    Erica: “Better is the dinner of herbs, where the love is, than that of a stalled ox, and hatred therewith.” I actually read that on the back of a tea bag about ten years ago, and it stuck.
    Lloyd: You’re a vegetarian?!
    Erica: Yeah. I’m a vegetarian who likes to win.
    Shea: Suck it.


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Breakout Kings 1x7

Fun with Chemistry

Season 1, Episode 7

& Charlie: Shea! This better be about the case.
    Shea: Why are you trying to make me wear these Seinfeld sneakers? I'm just saying, where's my boots? I'm a... look like a Herb* in these.

& Starla: What will it do?
    Mars: I don't know. I heard it'll take a man's head clean off.

& Erica: I'm around four men in my life. Charlie's married, Shea is as good as married, and... Lloyd is... Lloyd. But you're, uh... you're telling me Ray's available?
    Julianne: Uh... yeah.
    Erica: Interesting...

& Lloyd: See, personalities are like molecules, and some molecules react with one another, sometimes quickly and dramatically. You know, take Charlie and Shea, for instance.
    Charlie: I don't have a problem with Shea.
    Lloyd: Okay, two dark-skinned... one of them, born in poverty, and driven to a life of crime by a cultural mistrust of authority; the other, college-educated, and working for the same government that enslaved his people.
    Charlie: Do you have a point?
    Lloyd: If you bring those together, they are predictably explosive. Boom!

& Lloyd: The only question is, how far do those fantasies extend?

& Lloyd: Starkweather and Fugate, Bonnie and Clyde, Klebold and Harris. Two unremarkable people who cross paths and the result is bloodshed.
    Charlie: Bad chemistry.
    Lloyd: Yeah, like I was saying, uh, aluminum and iron oxide. Individually, they're stable; you mix them together, you get thermite, and that starts a fire that you can't put out.
    Shea 2 Erica: How'd that conversation go? "Hey good-looking! Why don't you finish that chocotini, and we'll go kill a hobo."
    Lloyd: Yeah, more or less.

---

& Ray: If things get creepy, you let me know.
    Erica: I appreciate it, Ray. And if he wigs* me out, I'll give you my safe word.

& Reddin: Aw, Zancanelli, you can kiss my ass. What's up with you, Angelina?
    Erica: Mango.

& Ray: You'll get one hour a week of internet access. We could arrange it so the guards turn off the content filters.
    Erica: You can go to any site you want till your forearm seizes up.

& Ray: Some rope, bleach, staple gun. What are you sickos* up to?

& Lloyd: Hey, Charlie. Could you please explain to this cretin that I'm one of you guys?
    Charlie: You're not one of us, but it's okay, cut him loose.

& Lloyd: Ray, nine times out of ten the male partner is the one who drives these murderous dyads, but not in this situation. She's the dominant one, all right?

& Lloyd: Oh... feces*.

& Lloyd: Are you soft in the head?
    Ray: Shut up or I'll snap you in half.
    Lloyd: You'll snap... When will you snap me in half? 'Cause maybe you haven't noticed yet, but we're about to die. If she gets us in this house, we're going to die.
    Ray: Shut up! Lloyd, keep your cool, man.
    Lloyd: You are a meatball. This sucks! This sucks, Ray! Do something!

& Starla: Look, baby, U.S. Marshals.
    Lloyd: I'm not a U.S. Marshal. I'm a criminal. I'm one of you guys.

& Lloyd: You telling me that you let her escape?
    Ray: I didn't tell you because I needed it to feel authentic. The gun wasn't loaded, Lloyd.
    Lloyd: That's a great plan, Ray. What about his gun, huh?
    Ray: ... That's a fair criticism.

& Lloyd: I should have known.
    Erica: I knew it. I hate being a bridesmaid.

& Ray: Just buy her some flowers, Lowery. And keep me out of it.


-- Dict:
a Herb = A geek or a dork. A stupid person
wig out = to throw a huge fit
sicko = A person that has mental problems. A person that is sick or has a polluted mind
feces = shit; кал; фекалии

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Breakout Kings 1x6

Like Father, like Son

Season 1, Episode 6

& Shea: Dude's like a folk hero for crazy crackers.

& Charles: Your honor, the incriminating evidence was clearly visible from the highway.
    Beaumont's Dad: You can see those burn marks from over there?
    Charles: I ate a lot of carrots.

& Lloyd: Ah... what a dick. So glad you punched him, you violent Italian.
    Shea: See, man? You're always sayin' racist stuff. So how come you don't like it when the guy we're chasin' do it?
    Lloyd: No, no, no, I say racial stuff, not racist stuff. I merely state facts. A racist is an idiot because to believe that one group is genetically superior to another is scientifically baseless. Cultural superiority, on the other hand...
    Shea: See? Racist.
    Lloyd: How much you want to bet that you dance better than me?.. I state facts.

---

& Lloyd: You know, psychologists talk about confirmation bias... you tell yourself a lie, and then you ignore all of the facts that contradict it. I've been doing that for 30 years. ... And it's so pathetic not wanting to know the truth.

& Ray: Charlie...
    Charles: Yeah?
    Ray: If things go bad...
    Charles: It's all right, all right? I know what to tell your kid.
    Ray: No, no, no, she knows I love her. If things go bad, don't tell anybody I touched that guy's penis.
    Lloyd: What?! What did you say?

& Ray: You done this before?
    Charles: I saw it on a movie once.
    Ray: What movie?
    Charles: Spaceballs.

& Erica: Okay, someone should drive up to the bunker just in case they have to get out of there fast.
    Shea: I drive away from bombs, not toward 'em.
    Lloyd: That's a sound policy.
    Erica: Yeah.
    Shea: A'ight, fine, fine. I'll do it. You got a kid.
    Lloyd: Yeah, and I'd like to have kids, so you, you do it.

& Ray: Eat up, animals.
    Lloyd: Wow, pizza. After we just saved your ass from getting blown up. What do I got to do to get a steak, give you CPR?
    Ray: Then don't eat it, then.
    Lloyd: How 'bout a beer to wash it down?
    Ray: That's a good idea. Big guy, one beer, three waters.
    Shea: Oh, that's cold, man.
    Erica: Is it, is it that hard to say thank you?
    Ray: Where I come from, you don't get thank-yous for doing your job.


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Breakout Kings 1x5

Queen of Hearts

Season 1, Episode 5

& Lloyd: The women had their right breasts cut off. It’s from Greek mythology. Am-a-zos, “without breast.” They had it removed to better facilitate shooting a bow and arrow. That is how the female warriors got their name, not because they lived in the Amazon jungle... Call. Three queens.

& Born Again Gangbanger: I want my money. ... I want it tonight, in my prison account. Or I’m going to kill you. {...}
    Lloyd: How the hell did you get into Maybelle, man?
    Gangbanger: I found Jesus.
    Lloyd: Oh. Oh! Well, was it not Luke who said, “but love thy enemy, be good to him, and lend him without expecting...”
    Gangbanger: Luke don’t owe me 800 bucks. Dead.

& Lloyd: How old are you?
    Taylor: Fourteen.
    Lloyd: Okay, when I was your age, my mother used to duct tape oven mitts to my hands at night to keep me from masturbating. Which was such a violation, and it didn’t work, by the way, and I started to harbor a lot of resentment*, yet here I am still making excuses for her.

---

& Lloyd: What do we have here?.. A little rebel fetish, you guys, huh? Bunch of dream lovers using fantasy projection to wish away reality, huh? Grabbing on the only chance to control a relationship because the inmate needs you more than you need them? Sound about right, maybe?
    Shea: Leave ’em alone.
    Lloyd: Oh, they’re fine. It’s not just pen pal*-ers. Same dynamic and attributes apply to all the millions of losers in chat rooms around the world. It’s very common.

& Erica: Your prison debt is not my problem.
    Lloyd: Erica, he is going to kill me.
    Erica: Oh, stop being so dramatic. What did he actually say?
    Lloyd: I am going to kill you.
    Erica: That ain’t good.

& Lloyd: Another trait* of the manipulative narcissist is the inability to lose gracefully. Her fantasy’s collapsed, so she’s lost.

& Lloyd: I accept responsibility.
    Shea: Good. Good for you.
    Lloyd: I accept responsibility for my gambling problem. But will you do me one favor?.. When they find my body shanked* in a cell, will you please tell my mom that I hate her? Will you do that for me?
    Shea: Sure.
    Lloyd: No. Don’t tell her that. Don’t say that to her. Tell her... tell her I’m disappointed. Yeah. Tell her that I’m disappointed in her choices. Okay?

& Erica: ... We need you, Lloyd. But if you ever get in debt again and jeopardize my gig here, I will harvest one of your organs with my thumbnail.

& Shea: There. My boy’s debt with you? It’s off the books.


-- Dict:
mitt — рука
resentment — негодование; возмущение; чувство обиды
pen pal — друг по переписке
trait — особенность; характерная черта
shank — опадать


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Breakout Kings 1x4

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Season 1, Episode 4

& Shea: Which one for a little bippity-bop? Me, I’d go with Julianne ’cause it’s the quiet ones that get freaky-deaky* on your ass.
    Lloyd: Well, one, she’s not quiet; she’s afflicted with acute laconic conveyance disorder, among other things, and two, don’t talk about her like that.
    Shea: Oh, snap, you dig* Julianne!
    Lloyd: Dig? What, are we in third grade, Shea?
    Shea: Dig her like a shovel.
    Lloyd: If you must know, I feel for her psychiatric condition, okay? It’s called doctor-patient empathy.
    Shea: Nah, it’s called “you want to tap* that booty*.” Make a move, doctor.

& Lloyd: A lot of pedophiles believe they aren’t even sick, just misunderstood. It’s a self-protective mechanism.
    Shea: You seem to know a lot about kid touchers, Lloyd. Creepy-looking cracker, lives at home with his mother, probably never had sex before.
    Lloyd: Oh, I have sexed... several times.
    Shea: I still want to know how a guy like this gets 25 years, right? I mean, that’s more than I got. You a diaper sniper, Lowery?

& Wes Herman: That’s okay, I deserve any ridicule. I’m... I’m sick; I have a disease.
    Lloyd: Actually, cancer is a disease. You have a psychosexual disorder that manifests itself in deviant behavior, so in short, you are disgusting.

& Lloyd: Mother, I can’t talk right now. ... Because I’m on the case! ... Because that’s how cops talk! ... Oh! Mom, I’m down!

& Charlie: This receipt fell out of his pocket when he knocked Lloyd over.
    Lloyd: When I tackled him!

& Lloyd: Gimme your gun, I wanna shoot some people.
    Charlie: What?!
    Lloyd: You get to play doctor; I get to play G-Man.
    Charlie: G-Man’s FBI.

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& Lloyd: You told Erica to bottle it up? What kind of Guatemalan med school did you go to, Charlie? {...} She needs an emotional release, jackass. {...} She has rage issues, and you’re telling her to put a cork in mount Vesuvius.
    Charlie: Did you just call me a jackass?
    Lloyd: Possibly... yeah.

& Charlie: Julianne. Raise your right hand. Julianne Simms, I hereby deputize you as a deputy U.S. Marshal to supervise this inmate currently under provisional release.
    Julianne: Uh... I do?
    Charlie: We didn’t just get married, Julianne.
    Julianne: Uh, yeah. Uh, uh, yes.

& Julianne: This can happen?
    Lloyd: It has happened. {...} If you mix terrified parents, scared kids, uh, barely qualified social workers and an ambitious prosecution... you have yourself a modern-day witch trial.

& Julianne: Where are you going?
    Lloyd: Massachusetts. And you’re driving me, because mother never let me get my permit.

& Julianne: You want me to go outside of my comfort zone, drive on a highway... Uh... I have partial agoraphobia, tachophobia*, neophobia*...
    Lloyd: I’ll have send-an-innocent-man-to-jail-phobia. {...} Come on, I’ll talk you through it, I will help you, but we have to go now. I promise you’ll be fine.

& Erica: Lloyd might be right. If Joe was dangerous, she would not be running away with him with her kids.
    Charlie: Debate’s over. We catch fugitives, and we take ’em in. That’s it.

& Shea: Busted-up* leg, chewed out*. That’s what you get for jumping into the fray*, stupid.

& Erica: We think the important people are always going to be in our lives until they aren’t.

& Tess' father: Hey... did you catch him?
    Ray: Yeah, I just did. Should I still do the world a favor and kill the animal?


-- Dict:
freaky-deaky = likes to get down and dirty
dig = to love something
tap — перехватывать; простукать; нарезать резьбу
booty — добыча; трофеи; = butt, ass, specifically female posterior; sex, screwing
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=booty
tachophobia = the fear of high speeds
neophobia = the fear of new things or experiences
Bust up — разъединяться
chewed out — наказывать
fray — драка

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