You saved my life. You changed everything for me. I could be Miss Outstanding Burn Victim, or whatever. And… I barely know you. I haven’t done shit, except make it seem like you could date Miss America’s Outstanding Teen.
I hate it. I don’t want to owe anyone anything. I want my greatness on my own.
I thought… if I could force you to care about me, I could even things out. But that’s stupid. I can’t make you do anything.
[His mouth hangs open in surprise, and although he almost launches into the fact that he was the one Cecil had specifically assigned to this gig, partly because it would avoid squandering precious resources.
But he resists, for now.]
I it you've never owed money to a bookie?
Or, you did, so that's why now you don't-
[It's a pitiful attempt at a joke.]
Nevermind.
Look, to get to the top, everybody needs a little help. Before he went batshit crazy, even Omni-Man had a wife and a kid! Doin' it all by yourself is impossible, pretty much.
… No. My dad’s kind of loaded with cash. Spoiled rich girl, remember?
[She says it bitterly, resisting the urge to gnaw on her cheek. She hates that, too—- like acknowledging her privilege will somehow invalidate the hustle she’s poured into every second of her life. But she does it anyway.]
Is he really a great example? I feel like he’s a bad example. … And what sucks?
[Surprisingly, Rex's dialogue is frightfully candid.]
That's why I work with a team now!
You can't slack off that hard when you're by yourself. Look, if I'm on a squad, I can get drunk and stack milk cartons in a boozy haze while the others cover for my dumb ass!
Also, being part of a crew means that there always has to be a headquarters, which means free room and board, baby!
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I hate it. I don’t want to owe anyone anything. I want my greatness on my own.
I thought… if I could force you to care about me, I could even things out. But that’s stupid. I can’t make you do anything.
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But he resists, for now.]
I it you've never owed money to a bookie?
Or, you did, so that's why now you don't-
[It's a pitiful attempt at a joke.]
Nevermind.
Look, to get to the top, everybody needs a little help. Before he went batshit crazy, even Omni-Man had a wife and a kid! Doin' it all by yourself is impossible, pretty much.
Also? It really sucks.
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[She says it bitterly, resisting the urge to gnaw on her cheek. She hates that, too—- like acknowledging her privilege will somehow invalidate the hustle she’s poured into every second of her life. But she does it anyway.]
Is he really a great example? I feel like he’s a bad example. … And what sucks?
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Doin' it all on your own.
Some of us didn't have a choice for a while.
A long while.
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Are you… still doing it on your own?
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[Surprisingly, Rex's dialogue is frightfully candid.]
That's why I work with a team now!
You can't slack off that hard when you're by yourself. Look, if I'm on a squad, I can get drunk and stack milk cartons in a boozy haze while the others cover for my dumb ass!
Also, being part of a crew means that there always has to be a headquarters, which means free room and board, baby!
I'm never goin' solo. They can't make me!