Butcher, Mother's Milk and others in “Unfinished Business”

M, I got a favour to ask.

You think you’re in a position to ask for a favor?

If I can’t get the job done before I, uh…

I need you to get Ryan away from Homelander.

Oh, Butcher.

I gotta be realistic. Some days I can barely even fuckin' stand. Get him outta there. Raise him.

Raise him?

You’re the best dad I know, M. The best fuckin' anyone.

That might be one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me... but what if Ryan doesn’t wanna go?

Then you’ve gotta make him.

White trash walking.

[claps; to Firecracker] Top-notch show, love. Just weren’t sure whether you wanted us to kneel before your cross or burn it.

Firecracker

…Oh, you’re those motherfuckers that killed my friend.

Yeah, cryin' shame, that. But if it’s any consolation, he’s up there with God, noshin' on his holiest of holies as we speak.

Firecracker

I’m gonna shut your fuckin' face–

Alright, alright. Keep your hair on, love. We just want a little chin wag’s all.

Firecracker

Talk American.

Right. You remember that magical summer when you was 28, workin' as a counselor at the Capes for Christ Bible Camp in Davie, Florida, and you met that lovely fifteen-year-old boy who tickled your fancy, and… Well then, tickled more than that, didn’t he? Hmm? Ring any bells? [shows a tweet about Firecracker's arrest on his cell phone] Here’s a little keepsake snapped by the Broward County Sheriff’s Department that you can stash in your wank bank. You and your little Bieber edgin' in the back of your RAV4 in the car park of Buca di Beppo.

Whatever voodoo Vought’s lawyers pulled to get your statutory charges dropped, I don’t think they’re gonna matter too much to your evangelical audience back there.

You’re gonna tell us everything you know about Sage and her grand plan, [points at his cell phone] or I hit this little tweet button here. [smirks]

Firecracker

[beat] How about I just send it myself? [presses the phone's "Send" icon, to Butcher and M.M's shock] Fuck around and find out.