[to Agent Sharpe] Lady, why are you so mean?
Maybe it's that poly-blend pantsuit that's got her so grumpy.
I didn't know Men's Warehouse gave group discounts.
Ava Sharpe
What's the matter with you people? Do you want to get shot?
Totally rather get shot than look like a Sears model.
Sharpe
I don't believe the anachronism has been dealt with.
Believe it, Agent Sharpe. As I've already communicated to Director Bennett, 1870 Wisconsin is anachronism-free.
Ah, even our A.I. doesn't like you.
I think we can safely say our Time Bureau problem is... Oh, bollocks. Perhaps I spoke too soon.
Incoming transmission from Agent Sharpe.
[sighs] Put her on. [transmission turns on] Oh, hey, Ava. How was your day?
Sharpe
You do realize that little stunt you pulled could have destroyed us both.
You tried to kill us first.
Sharpe
No, I tried to warn you first. But you don't take warnings, do you?
Now you're starting to get it.
Sharpe
Well, this isn't a warning, it's a promise. If I ever track you down again, you and your band of idiots will be exiled to the Dawn of Time. Whatever leniency Hunter gave you is over. [ends transmission]
You took the words right out of my mouth, Gideon.
[Sara and Sharpe, along with the other Legends, have infiltrated the Vikings' colony in period dress.]
Sharpe
As far as strategy goes, this would not be my first pick.
Why not? They welcomed us in, we get Beebo, we get out.
Sharpe
The Bureau has rules about fraternizing with the locals. And these costumes are ridiculous.
Well, I decided to extend my trip to 2018, and I may possibly be living a little bit at the Bureau.
Ava
You couldn't spring for a hotel?
Well, here's a fun fact about staying in the present: it costs money. And as a Legend, your salary is the... friendships you make along the way.
Ava
Got'cha.
So, any idea of what kind of foul beast we're up against, then?
Ava
Well, based on [knowing look to Sara] research Sara and I have been doing, we could be looking for a swampy monster thing.
According to the timeline, before the end of summer, several kids went missing, never to be seen again.
Well, I happen to know a swamp thing. But then again, Maine is way too far north for that muppet.
[Sara and Ava are about to have a tryst in Ava's office when Hank Heywood walks in, forcing Sara to hide on the ceiling.]
HHHank Heywood
These are expenses generated by the crew of the Waverider, the tip of the Time Bureau spear. Your "Legends". [Sara comes down from the ceiling, ninja-style.] You said they were worth the additional funding. Let me refer you to some of my favorite line items. One hundred thirty-five million dollars for a new time core. What was wrong with the old one?
Ava
Oh, well, um, Rip blew it up when he sacrificed his life to save the world.
"Sacrifice" is right. 1.7 million dollars for "Historical costumes".
Ava
Mm-hmm. Well, admittedly, their costumes are... flamboyant.
A line item for, and I quote,[turns around; Sara dives to retrieve her shoe and hides just before he turns back.] "Assorted condiments". Assorted.
Ava
No one ever accused the Legends of starving, sir.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in bed with the Legends. Either that, or this Captain Sara Lance is simply screwing you.
[Sara, now hiding under Ava's desk, caresses Ava's leg, causing her to flinch, but she recovers.]
Ava
[laughing nervously] Wha? Screwing me? Sara Lance? What are you... Sir, that is, that is crazy.
Which is what the Pentagon is going to call me unless we find a way to justify these numbers.
Ava
Got it, sir.
Ava, you are my love. And Mick, you are my family. And it would mean the world to me if both of you would try to get along. [whispers to Ava] Please.
[Ava sits down across the table from Mick.]
So, I was thinking... maybe you two could find some common grounds. [Ava chortles] For example, Ava, you love to read. Mick here is an author.
Ava
Oh? Well, that's something. Though I'd be shocked if his novel wasn't sexist and derivative.
Okay. Well, Mick, you love to eat. Ava is a fantastic baker. She makes one mean snickerdoodle.
Ava
Snickerdoodles are actually completely different. It's a cream of tartar base, but --
Ava
That's rich, coming from a man who's so lacking in personal hygiene that he had to resort to sleeping with a three-breasted alien sex toy.
Well, at least Garima isn't a clone.
Ava
[tightly] Only I get to use the C-word.
Why do you get to have a fake girlfriend and I don't? [gets up and starts walking out of the room.] Clone.
Ava
Dick.
I made snickerdoodles with your recipe. Not bad.
Ava
I'm reading your novel. I'm on the last chapter. Your female characters are shallow, libidinous, and so much fun to read.
Ava
Yeah, good job, um... "Rebecca Silver"?
Ava
Got it. So... let me get this straight. They're making love on the surface of the sun?
Mmm. It's, um... a metaphor.
Ava
[softly] Got it.
Ava
You know what, Gary? It's a little hard to feel sorry for you when you're holding us all hostage.
You're not getting it. This whole time, Tabitha's been trying to use me to hurt you. All I wished was for us to hang out. I was trying to protect you. I get it, I'm not "cool". But I don't deserve to be treated like a joke. So now, now the joke's on you.
Ava
I am so sorry, Gary. I took you for granted. I never, ever should have let you do my dry cleaning or work overtime without pay. I mean, that's illegal, anyway. I'm so sorry.
I still want to kill you. [Gary gulps]
Gary. When Rip first recruited the Legends, he picked the people that were insignificant to history. The original losers. You don't have to be cool to be a Legend. And maybe we forgot that somewhere along the way, but... you are one of us.