You know you can't stand on your own, Quinn.

You're not the type me you need, May.

Here's the thing, Romy, baby, your protection is based on the fact that people are scared of you.

Just like they're scared of Mr J.

But I'm the one they should be scared.

Not you, not Mr J.

Because I'm hardly fucking quit.

Yeah.

What?

That was super embarrassing.

Sure, Waas.

You think you could beat May?

You're a fucking moron.

I'm sorry, kid.

And I'm sorry I tried to sell you.

That was a dick Move.

For what it's worth, you made me want to be a less terrible person.

You know, if we're apologizing for shit, I should tell you something.

Excuse me.

I stole something from you, you slippery fingered little turd.

I took your ring my ring, So?

Oh, Uh huh.

Mhm.

Harley, We're okay.

Okay?

Yeah, he's gone.

Mhm.

Good.

Fuck that guy.

Yeah.

Cackles.

No, but seriously, you were very impressive with them.

For very impressive is a crossbow.

Uh, morning, Margarita.

I got you.

You drink right, kids?

Yeah.

I loved and still love the fucking name Huntress.

Really?

Yeah.

Oh, great name Wow.

Um, I really like how you were able to kick so high in those tight pants.

Yeah, that is cool.

Yeah, thanks.

Um, thanks for the car.

You're welcome, kid.

If that burrito doesn't make you shit, I don't know what will.