[after throwing Broadway] You understand, I don't get any real pleasure from this. [Broadway growls] Well you've got courage, beastie. I'll give you that. What you don't have... is a prayer.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[sees a framed medal] What is this?
[He hands it to Robbins, who feels it.]
JRJeffery Robbins
My Purple Heart. For this. [indicates his blind eyes] So busy trying to herd a bunch of green kids through 'Nam that I didn't watch my step. Shrapnel: you never see it coming.
"Nam"?
JRJeffery Robbins
Vietnam... the war? Funny, something about your voice made me think you were a soldier, once.
Aye. I still am, I suppose.
JRJeffery Robbins
I understand. But it's not shameful to be illiterate, Hudson. It's only shameful to stay that way.
[after MacBeth tells the story of King Arthur and Merlin]
You were there.
[laughs] I'm old, but I'm not that old. Obviously, I read about it.
But... you describe it as if you were there.
RRobbins
I'm glad you came back.
I'm afraid I can't stay, but I think I left something on the terrace this morning. Have you come across a large canister?
RRobbins
No, but a friend of yours was on the terrace, a "Lennox Macduff". Maybe he took it.
I don't know any... Lennox Macduff.
RRobbins
I'm not surprised. The name sounded phony. Lennox and Macduff were two characters in a play by Shakespeare: Macbeth.
Macbeth? I've got to go, Robbins, I... I don't know where he lives...
RRobbins
Who?
Macbeth! Macduff! I do know him, but he's not a friend!
RRobbins
Well, maybe this will help...
[Robbins reads out of a Braille phone book.]
RRobbins
Macaderm... Macbryde... Macduff, Cameron... Macduff, Leeland... Macduff, Lennox! Now, here's an address, just like that.
Hmph. A magic book?
RRobbins
Aren't they all?
Release Broadway.
Or what?
Or I'll burn the scrolls.
Go ahead. They're worthless. No magic at all.
No! They are magic! But you can't burn them, Goliath. You can't! It's Merlin's life, in his own words. When you read them, they take you there. It is magic, Goliath. Precious magic.
Aye, lad. T'would be the greatest shame to lose them.
[Macbeth pauses for a moment, then releases Broadway.]
You're all trespassing. Now take the scrolls and go.
[dictating his newest book] The written word is all that stands between memory and oblivion. Without books as our anchors, we are cast adrift, neither teaching nor learning. They are windows on the past, mirrors on the present, and prisms reflecting all possible futures. Books are lighthouses erected in the dark sea of time.
Is this how you welcome all your guests?
Any who would turn on me. And you're not a guest. You serve the human, now you can serve me.
Serving humans is fun. They have a sense of humor. You have none.
Perhaps not, Puck, but I have you.
Elisa, I...
Yeah, I know, you're as relieved I am that everything's back to normal.
That's not what I was going to say--
[He turns to stone.]
I know. But that's the way it is.
Wouldn't it be great to be a shapeshifter?
We wouldn't have to hide. We could fit in anywhere.
We could find new friends, maybe even... love.
Be careful what you wish for, lad.
Well, let's just get this over with, shall we? How can I be of service, hmm? Out with it. I haven't got all night.
You've got all millennium if I choose. [Ponders] I'm too vulnerable during the day. I don't want to turn to stone anymore.
Of course. You want to stroll down Fifth Avenue in the sunshine. I'm sure you'll fit right in.
What is it you really want? [He touches the mirror, and an image of Goliath appears] How quaint. After all these centuries, you're still carrying a torch. Well, if that's you want, I can make him love you again. Piece of cake... given your charming personality.
[In the image in the mirror, Elisa Maza comes into view]
That's it! That's what I want! If you cannot get rid of all the humans, then at least rid me of that human: Elisa Maza!
Did you say that human, or that human? Oh, never mind, I'll figure it out. This just might be fun after all.
My strength has never depended on brute force, Demona, but on true friends.
I wanted you to destroy the humans, not give them the gift of being a gargoyle!
Third race?
You know. Gargoyles, humans, and Oberon's children.
I thought everyone knew this.
Yeah. That guy Shakespeare wrote a play about them: "A Midsummer Night's Dream".
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