- Pastor: I'm- I'm not really sure what you're saying, son.
- Billy Butcher: I'm saying that if there is some geezer up there with a big white beard, he's a world heavyweight cunt.
- Mother's Milk: What?
- Pastor: I-I'm sorry, did you just call God a C-word?
- Billy Butcher: Yeah. He's got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer, to the existential clusterfuck that is humanity, is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank. That is a cunt move. Come on, even you got to agree with me there.
- Mother's Milk: Hey, hey, hey, please...
- Billy Butcher: We should lob a fucking nuke at him, get it over and done with. You know what I'm saying?
- Mother's Milk: We're sorry, sir. We apologize. My man...
- Billy Butcher: All right. Good talk. Think about it. I'm here all day, all right?
- Mother's Milk: This kid needs to be trained up, Butcher.
- Hughie Campbell: Yeah. Yeah, what he said. I-I don't know how to blackmail anyone.
- Billy Butcher: Hughie, you've done a murder. Comparatively speaking, this will be a piece of cake.
- Annie January: Every single word that I say up here, I'm reading from a script. I didn't write any of these words. I don't even know if I believe in them. I mean, I believe in God, I love God so much, but... honestly, it's... it's just how goddamn...
- [crowd gasps]
- Annie January: ...certain everyone is around here. I mean, tickets start at, what, 170 bucks, so that these people can tell you how to get into heaven? How do they know? How does anybody know? When the bible was written, life expectancy was 30 years old. I mean, I'm not so sure you're supposed to take it literally. It also says that it's a sin to eat shrimp. What, if... if you're gay or if you're... Gandhi you're going to hell? I mean... And if you have sex before marriage, that's... that's not immoral. That's human. What's immoral is the guy who shoved his dick in my face.
- [crowd gasps again]
- The Deep: [watching from the Seven's meeting room] Shit.
- Madelyn Stillwell: [watching from her office] Shit.
- Annie January: [Looks over at her mom and then back to the crowd] Here's the truth. Anyone who tells you they know the answers is lying. And I know, I know, I'm supposed to be this hero-idol-symbol-whatever, but... I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I'm just as scared and confused as the rest of you. I'm done pretending, and I'm done taking any more shit.
- [beat]
- Annie January: Thank you.
- Hughie Campbell: So what they do is they take boxes full of that stuff and they ship it to hospitals all across the country. And apparently the latest one is going to the NICU at Mercer Hospital. It's in... it's midtown I think.
- Mother's Milk: You are a natural, kid. You're like the fucking... Rain Man of fucking people over.
- Hughie Campbell: [Chuckles] Not a compliment.
- Hughie Campbell: Just... hold on a second. I want to show you something.
- [Hughie takes out his phone, only to discover it's badly water-damaged and no longer functional]
- Ezekiel: What's wrong?
- Hughie Campbell: Uh...
- [looks up]
- Hughie Campbell: You fucked me.
- Ezekiel: What?
- Hughie Campbell: Yeah, in a private Supe club. You know, the one on East 29th? Secret Lair, I think it's called?
- Ezekiel: [backs away nervously] Don't know it. Nope.
- Hughie Campbell: There were three of us...
- Ezekiel: You've got nothing.
- Hughie Campbell: ...oiled up, and you... wrapped your stretchy arms around me and it was... it was so fucking hot. And your dick was so... perfect, and long, and stretchy. And you... you played my butt like jazz. With poise and skill and... willingness to improvise.
- [after Butcher insults God in front of a pastor]
- Mother's Milk: You mind pipin' it down just a little bit, huh?
- Billy Butcher: Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to offend your inner black Baptist mum shoutin' "praise the Lord!"
- Mother's Milk: Fuck you, I'm Episcopalian. And there's nothin' wrong with havin' a little church up in you, you know?
- Billy Butcher: Said the bishop to the nun.