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"I first met her on a spring night. She was on the pier, facing the Outer Banks; the moonlight glinting off her face. She resembled a goddess. Of course, that was her cruel trick."
"Ha ha, and no. It didn't work out because interspecies relationships are hard. I was a human, whereas she was a demonic hell-beast." "He doesn't like her." "You don't say." "She's pure evil." "Hey, at least you got away from your ex, the guy I had a crush on is now the psycho living in our basement." "You know, I wish I could relate, but all my exes are awesome." "Is that right? I seem to remember an entire year when you had to pretend you liked quinoa." "Yeah, that was a dark time."
"Anyone want to tell me what the bloody hell she's doing here?" "Bobbi's one of our best agents." "Oh that's rich, mind telling me what I'm doing here?!" "That's easy, I vouched for you."
"Try being married to somebody who remembers every single little detail. It's not that charming. ... You think I'm being petty, don't you? Well, I'm not. I don't have a problem with Bob kissing that guy." "Good. Because you had a hickey on your neck for a week after our mission in Miami." "Well excuse me doing my job thoroughly. And with style."
"It can't be that interesting." "Why do you say that?" "Because you were on page 117 when you were waiting outside. And you're still on page 117. So either you're a really slow reader, or you're working for Coulson." "Who?" "I am impressed. And you can tell him I said that. I almost missed you." "What are you talking about?" "I'm sure they told you about this. If you try or say anything, everyone in this bus will be flying. So just keep reading your book, and hope for a happy ending."
"You ever had the fried plantains here?" "From Tostones? Yeah, why?" "I heard about this place down the street where they put crab in them. I wouldn't mind trying that. You know, after we save the world."
"Look around you. Venders, selling their wares to bring home a modest income. Locals, buying fresh vegetables for dinner tonight. Tourists, on their one vacation a year." "Point?" "They are the point. The're the reason I'm here. The reason there's a S.H.I.E.L.D.. There are three million people on this island. I don't want HYDRA turning them into collateral damage."
"We were in the bottom of the ocean, in a storage pod, left for dead. And Fitz... he said something that caught me completely off-guard." "Ah, those three little words." "Yes! Well, no. I mean, not exactly. I barely had a moment to process what he said or how I felt about it, next thing I know, he's giving me the oxygen, water's rushing in and... He's ... He's laying there, in the hospital bed. He was so pale." "How long was Fitz in the coma?" "Nine of the longest days of my life. When it finally broke, he couldn't speak. He just stared at me, confused. All I wanted to do was help him. All I wanted was... My best friend back." "Your best friend?" "I never thought of him as anything else. That said, I can't imagine my life without him. It's all very confusing." "You've never told him any of this, have you?" "Oh, lord no."
"Two goals; stop the drill, find Skye." "Aren't you forgetting the third?" "What's that?" "Don't die out there. We tend to remind each other not to die." "I thought that was implicit." "He likes to hear it." "Who doesn't like to hear it?"
"I've been in quarantine before, and I know it can drive you absolutely nuts." "Thanks. I was beginning to feel like a leper." "Are you kidding? You managed to be taken hostage by three known murderers, you gunned Ward down, then were blasted by an alien chemical weapon and walked out unscathed. Leper? I think you're a rock star."
"I shouldn't have to ask any of you to save one of our own." "You never ask! You just give your orders, no matter cracked up they are!" "Mack, you'd do well to remember your rank right now." "Really? Rank at a time like this? Why don't you shove your rank up your..." "Not helping, Hunter." "Guys, stop." "No, it's cathartic. Do you have any thoughts of your own on it, or do you just parrot his?" "Coulson's trying to stop HYDRA." "We didn't stop anything! We unleashed something on the planet!" "Please." "No one knows what happened yet." "It could have been a lot worse." "And Skye barely made it out alive!" "Thanks to Trip. He sacrificed his life, Mack!" "No! He traded his life for hers! And then he was shattered into a thousand pieces!" "That's enough! If Trip was here, he wouldn't be arguing, he wouldn't be bitching. He would be gearing up to do what needs to be done. Yes, we're dealing with forces we don't understand, but HYDRA I do understand. I want everyone ready when the sun comes up. End of discussion."
"(in American accent)Your presence is most welcome." "Drop the accent. It makes you sound like a douche bag." "(Reverting to normal voice)Now you know what it feels like for me to live in this country."
"Skye is my friend. She's different." "Oh, yeah. Like I was your friend, and then I changed. How did you handle that?" "Uh, t-the point is, secrets don't help any of us. Skye should have just come clean." "What, and risked being locked up, studied, or who know what else? No, I wouldn't let her." "Oh, you wouldn't let her." "We could have handled her in a way that could have kept everybody safe." "It wasn't fair to us, Fitz. We had a right to know." "A right to know. What... is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had the right to know?" "I think the situation is a bit different, mate." "No, you would have done to her exactly what they wanted to." "You don't know that!" "Yes, I do know that! They would--you would--you'd "handle her"! Mack just said! Like, uh... like Skye's something to be locked up in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting her." "No, Fitz. We're the ones that need the protection from her."
"This is your op, Morse, so tell me how do you want to proceed?" "Skye's not the main concern. Coulson and his secrets, that's the threat. And I think it's time that we remove that threat."
"We can't keep pretending that everything's the same as it was yesterday. I mean, look around. Half of our friends are either dead or have turned. This isn't a time to go down with the ship. We need to do something. We need to stop this."
"I work for S.H.I.E.L.D., I do. I swear. But you don't." "Try again." "What Coulson's doing here, this isn't S.H.I.E.L.D - not the real S.H.I.E.L.D., anyway." "The last person who betrayed me... I broke his larynx. Hand that over."
"Seven agents down, Calderon barely hanging on, and you want to defend that thing?" "What happened wasn't her fault. I was there. Calderon fired at her." "She was armed and hostile." "She was scared and defending herself." "I don't care if she was chasing butterflies. We can't wear kid gloves around something with powers of that magnitude."
"Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, the ones that got away. I had my eye on you two when you were at the Academy. I wanted to recruit you, but Coulson beat me to it. I heard he actually bribed Weaver with cupcakes. Robert Gonzales." "We know who you are, and we are quite aware of your commendable reputation. Under different circumstances, we might even be flattered... Which is why this is so hard to comprehend." "Under different circumstances, we would have preferred to be invited guests, but that forced our hand. We had to take it out of play." "What's inside that's so important?" "All we know is that Coulson and Fury both believed it was valuable enough or dangerous enough to protect with extreme measures." "Maybe it was their favorite recipes."
"Finally, an actual partner...Little tip; could have avoided losing your footing if you would have flipped into it." "A flip? Now you're just making fun of me." "Maybe a little. It's not like I can bench-press a small hatchback." "Yeah. We all have our talents."
"If I ever apologize or beg for mercy while you torture me, know that I don't mean a word of it... not a word. I made a hard call. I'd make the same one again right now."
"You look better, stupid but better, taking a bullet for me was stupid." "Walking into a trap when you know it's a trap is stupid." "You were the bait."
"Who the hell are you?" "My name's Bobbi. As in the name usually short for "Robert," but in my case, "Barbara," which, to me, is worse. This room is all yours, so feel free to make yourself at home. When you change, just put your clothing and any personal belongings in the drawer over here for analysis. The screen will then ask you to perform a series of medical scans. I know that you're not a huge fan of check-ups, but this will be painless." "No offense, but I don't know you, so don't act like you know a damn thing about me." "I know you put off your yearly physicals at least once every year. I know that your ex-boyfriend was a health nut and was on you to take better care of yourself. But it wasn't until you two broke up that you finally got your gym membership." "You've been spying on me?" "Looked at your Facebook page. I did see enough to know that you're generally more concerned for others than you are for yourself."
"Want to tell me why you're not speaking to me?" "Because... You're not supposed to see the bride on the wedding day. So, are we gonna do this or what?" "I asked for the ring back because I paid for it, not as a meaningful gesture of any kind. But thanks, oh, great master of melodrama." "Why? Because it wasn't at all melodramatic when you whispered on your death bed, "I can't do this anymore."" "I meant pretend not to... You know... I didn't mean that we should make the tragic mistake of marrying each other... again." "Call it what you will, but you've got the ring you once threw in my face, and we're shagging on the regular, so only thing missing is a piece of paper." "And your ring, not that you know where it is." "I know exactly where it is. Just don't personally own the scuba-diving equipment to retrieve it."
"I won't give up. I can't give up." "None of us want to, Fitz, but..." "Fitz, you tried. Okay? You tried your hardest. Everybody knows that." "No. I missed something."
"Damn it. I wanna go after him with you." "You're still on the mend. Plus, you've been undercover with HYDRA, and that face makes an impression. The rest of you makes a bloody statement." "You like me stuck here in the lab." "Too bloody right. You're missing half a lung because you took a bullet Ward intended for me. Nearly bled out in my arms. If you being in the lab means I never have to see something like that again, I'm all for it."
"What if there are innocent lives at risk?" "There are always lives at risk! You were there when Bobbi was bleeding out in my arms, Ward did that. If I have a shot at finding him I'm taking it. I have to, before Bobbi gets back in the field."
"Coulson still has me off combat duty. The tests say that my lung isn't healed all the way yet." "My test says otherwise. Wheels up in 20. Welcome back, Agent Morse."
"I don't want either of us to go after Ward." "You're joking right? Since when? Whatever it is lay it on me." "I think you've been reckless and stupid." "Can I take back what I just said?"
"This guy does not look like FBI." "He wasn't. Dane here crashed the Pentagon servers, Mossad's, Ashley Madison. He's the best consultant we have. Otherwise, he'd be in jail or... I'd have shot him by now."
"Well, once again, too little and too late." "I'll remind you that we're basically the same height. I just don't wear bloody heels. I even had a pine for the days where we didn't have to fight bloody aliens. It's just not a fair fight." "Let's see if we can level the playing field." "Really? Your batons? That's your game-changer?"
"I figured out a way to track down Ward, but we got to go off book." "My specialty." "I'm not sure taking Hunter is really such a good idea." "You're going, too, Agent Morse. We need a pilot."
"How long till we reach HYDRA airspace?" "We're about 10 minutes out. Sir? About what happened back there..." "We got what we needed. End of story." "I understand. But that look on your face...I've seen it before. It's the same look Hunter had when he went after Ward." "Not sure I'm getting your point." "It's dangerous going into a mission that emotional. You need to be able to separate the job from your own feelings." "You're wrong. I've been keeping my feelings in check, and look what it got us. Rosalind's dead, Ward has Fitz and Simmons. My only regret is that I didn't kill that son of a bitch when I had the chance." "Coulson..." "Let me know when we're close."
"Invisibility... Imagine the possibilities." "What are you imagining?" "Nothing fun." "Get used to it. We can't put the Terrigen genie back in the bottle. Powers are the new normal." "I think you're just jealous." "Damn right I am. Tell me you didn't try one of those little fish-oil pills. I had my fingers crossed for x-ray vision. I was just curious. I wasn't the only one." "I mean, I-I thought about it. I didn't actually do it. Rehab was a bitch." "Man, you two deserve each other."
"Great. Coulson's in trouble, the place is crawling with armed HYDRA Agents, and we have no weapons." "Not strictly true. Buon appetito." "I love you." "I don't hate you quite as much."
"What's wrong, Tremors?" "Well, aside from the fact that this thing is ancient, I do not read Cyrillic." "Yet." "Forever the optimist." "Come on, Daisy. You can hack the Pentagon and shake the Earth. You're gonna let a few backwards letters trip you up?"
"Ex-SVR, Special Ops The same Special Ops division the twomen who tried to assassinate the Director were in." "And there's our link to Nadeer." "Get this. They all have ties to Prime Minister Olshenko." "The Russian Prime Minister who was attacked by an Inhuman And then threw Bobbi and Hunter under the bus after they saved his life."
