The Boys (TV series)

The Boys is an American superhero television series developed by Eric Kripke for Amazon Prime Video. Based on the comic book of the same name by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, it follows the eponymous team of vigilantes as they combat superpowered individuals who abuse their abilities.

The Name of the Game [1.1]

 * Hughie: Okay! Uh, what, exactly, can I do for you?
 * Billy Butcher: No, you got it all wrong, Hughie. It's what I can do for you. See, you ain't alone, son; happens a lot more than you think. Supes lose hundreds of people each year to collateral damage.
 * Hughie: No! C'mon, that would be all over the news! People would be screaming bloody murder.
 * Butcher: Yeah, look, there might be the odd mention of it every now and again, like with Robin, but there's a shit sight more that happens that just gets swept right under the rug.
 * Hughie: ...why?
 * Butcher: Ain't it obvious? Movie tickets, merchandising, theme parks, video games. A multi-billion dollar global industry supported by corporate lobbyists and politicians on both sides. But the main reason that you won't hear about it... is because the public don't wanna know about it. See, people love that cozy feeling that supes give 'em. Some golden cunts swoop out the sky and save the day, so you don't go and do it yourself. But if you knew half the shit they get up to... [tsks] Fucking diabolical. But that... is where I come in.
 * Hughie: Come in to... to do what?
 * Butcher: Spank the bastards when they get out of line.

The Innocents [1.6]

 * Butcher: You're a bunch of pathetic, Supe-worshipping cunts. I bet you'd thank a Supe if they shat on your mum's best china. Did it ever occur to you that they broke your spine, or broke your dick, just for a laugh? Where's your fucking rage?! Your self-respect?! Sitting in here in your little share-circle, having a little whinge and a moan? Fuck letting go. You should be out there with a fucking chainsaw going after 'em! Just a bunch of scared fucking rabbits. Supes are all the same. Every one of 'em.

Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker [2.7]

 * Butcher: What was he like?
 * Voglebaum: Who?
 * Butcher: Homelander, growing up as a lad, what was he like?
 * Voglebaum: I'm sure you don't wanna talk about this--
 * Butcher: Oh, there is nothing I wanna talk about more. And who knows better than you?
 * Voglebaum: When he was a little boy, five or six, he was quite sweet. He'd cuddle up to me. He loved stories about Davey Crockett, Teddy Roosevelt, loved the idea of the woods, the forest. Manifest destiny. But, you know, I needed him to be the strongest man in the world. So I went to work on him. He didn't even want it. It was for me.
 * Butcher: Hmm. And that wasn't your only sin, was it? It weren't Homelander who hid my wife away all them years. It ever occur to you, the pain you cause sorry bastards like me?
 * Voglebaum: At the time, it was barely a blip on my radar.
 * Butcher: Tell me, Doctor... What's your radar telling you now?

The Only Man in the Sky [3.2]

 * [Homelander is talking to Chelsea, a suicidal person, right after learning about Stormfront's own suicide.]
 * Homelander: You probably don't know this because, y'know-- Jew. Jesus wasn't born on the 25th of December; that was piggybacked off a Pagan festival, and guess what? Today's not my birthday either. Nope. Don't know when it is, but sure as hell ain't today. This was just chosen for me by a marketing department. I mean, I can't even have a birthday at all, I wasn't born. I was just poured out of a fuckin' test tube. Immaculate conception. I know exactly how he must have felt. Jesus... You give and you gi-- Y-Y-Y-You give, your whole fucking life! And what happens? People just... tear you down. Why do people destroy their gods? How--Ho--How is it fair that you get saved while a beautiful, perfect god gets killed? You know what, Chelsea? I think you should jump.
 * Chelsea: I-- I don't think I want to.
 * Homelander: You don't want to? Why don't you show a little follow-through, Chelsea? Jump.
 * Chelsea: Please, I-- I just wanna get down--
 * Homelander: I'm not suggesting anymore. Jump.
 * Chelsea: [starting to break down] No... Please! Oh God, oh God! I--
 * Homelander: No, no, no, no. No God. The only man in the sky... is me.


 * Homelander: Starlight lied to you just now. She did. I don't make mistakes. I'm not "just like the rest of you". I'm stronger, I'm smarter... I'm better! I am better! I'm not some weak-kneed fuckin' crybaby that goes around, fucking apologizing all the time! And why the fuck would you want me to be?!
 * Ashley Barrett: Go to fucking commercial, Roger. Go to fucking commerc--!
 * Homelander: Don't you DARE stop rolling, Roger. All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people, have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and-- and obedient, like I'm a fucking puppet! And you know what? It worked! Because I allowed it to work! And guess what? If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do, you just don't realize it. I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because ya need me! You need me to save you! You do! I am the only one who possibly can. You’re not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero.

Barbary Coast [3.3]

 * Starlight: Do I need to remind you of the Flight 37 video?
 * Homelander: Go ahead. Release it. Let's light this candle, huh? I mean, sure, I'll lose everything, but then... I'll have nothing to lose. First, I'll take out the nerve centers -- White House, the Pentagon. Then any domestic defense capabilities, and then critical infrastructure -- like cellular, Internet, that kind of thing. And then... well, I think then. I'll just wipe New York off the fuckin' map. For fun. I'll even throw in Des Moines and that little cousin-fucker hick town that Maeve's from, 'cause why not? See, Starlight... I'd prefer to be loved. I would, but if you take that away from me, well, being feared is A-one okey-doke by me. So. Go ahead, partner. Do it. No? You don't want to do it? Well, then, I would have to say that you have absolutely no fucking leverage because I. Am. The Homelander. And I really can do whatever the fuck I want.

Herogasm [3.6]

 * Hughie: You never apologized for Robin.
 * A-Train: Jesus, you wanna do this right now?
 * Hughie: Yeah, I do. You just get away with everything, don't you? Just running past all the broken people you leave behind!
 * A-Train: Alright. You know what?
 * Hughie: What?
 * A-Train: I'm sorry. Is that what you wanna hear? 'Cause I am. Okay? It's fucked up, seeing somebody that you love get... hurt like that. I'm sorry... I'm fuckin' sorry, Hughie.


 * Mirror Homelander: Why the long face, tiger?
 * Homelander: What if I can't handle him? I mean... If Noir ran--
 * Mirror Homelander: Oh, you can handle him. You're the top of the food chain! Hey, hey... when we were kids, alone in the Bad Room, I got us through it, right? Don't I always?
 * Homelander: Always.
 * Mirror Homelander: No matter what.
 * Homelander: No matter what.
 * Mirror Homelander: And now? I'll get us through this, just as long as you and me stick together.
 * Homelander: What if Edgar's right? What if it was a-- a mistake to take over Vought? And then... I am just talent, and they all know I'm a fraud?
 * Mirror Homelander: Now, what do you care what a bunch of mud people think? C'mon. Tell me the real reason, I wanna hear you say it. SAY IT!
 * Homelander: I want them to... love me.
 * Mirror Homelander: Yahtzee! And it never seems to work out, does it? Madeline, Maeve, Stormfront, even your own son. So why do you keep running headfirst into the same brick wall?
 * Homelander: I don't know.
 * Mirror Homelander: Pants on fire! You know. It's because, deep down, there's a part of you that is still... human.
 * Homelander: No...
 * Mirror Homelander: Mm-hm, part of you is. A dirty, shrivelled, anaemic little part of you that still mewls for approval and love and a mommy and a daddy and oh, boo-hoo-hoo! Look at me, tiger. Look at me. We gotta cut that part of you out like a cancer. And then? Well then, my boy, you can finally be who you were always meant to be. Pure. Clean. Like marble.


 * Homelander: [to Soldier Boy] You were my hero growing up. I watched all your movies, hundreds of times. You were the only one that was nearly as strong as me.
 * Soldier Boy: Buddy... you think you look strong? You're wearing a cape. You're just a cheap fuckin' knockoff.
 * Homelander: Oh, no, no, no... I'm the upgrade.

Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed [3.8]

 * Soldier Boy: Fall, 1980. I get called into Vogelbaum's lab for an experiment, some shit about genetics. I still remember the Penthouse I used: June. Danielle Deneaux, bush like a pomeranian.
 * Homelander: What?
 * Soldier Boy: I beat my meat into a cup. Turns out, Vogelbaum made a kid, born Spring 1981. You know what the bitch of it is? If they'd have just kept me around, I'd have let you take the spotlight. What father wouldn't want that for his son?

The Instant White-Hot Wild [3.8]

 * Soldier Boy: It's a shame that I've missed so much. I wish I could've raised you and taught you, father to son. Maybe if I'd raised you, I could've made you better. And not some weak, sniveling pussy, starved for attention. But there's no fixing that now.
 * Homelander: Weak? I'm you.
 * Soldier Boy: I know. You're a fucking disappointment.

Department of Dirty Tricks [4.1]

 * Black Noir: Yo, what the fuck, you guys? That was so fucked up.

Life Among the Septics [4.2]

 * Director: Hey, let's sidebar here a little bit -- feels like you're having a little bit of trouble getting out of the starter's block.
 * A-Train: Maybe it's the scene.
 * Director: Baby, this scene sings, alright? Look at me -- in the arc of your character, this is your low point, alright? Everybody's given up on you, you're all alone, until the coach--
 * A-Train: Swoops in and saves me from the ghetto?
 * Director: No, no, no, no! You actually save each other. It's a very balanced narrative -- all the sensitivity readers that we hired, they all agreed!
 * A-Train: My brother is the only coach that I ever had.
 * Director: Right.
 * A-Train: He was a waiter at Buster Beaver, not a fucking crack dealer!
 * Director: And he must be so proud of you right now. Let's get this train back on the tracks!


 * Black Noir: Look, playing Noir has been a meaningful challenge, but yesterday was wack as fuck. I've never actually murdered anyone before. Does Homelander make us kill people, like, a lot? And when he does, do we just... do it? Look, don't get me wrong, I am stoked to be here and I am down to ride the wave. I'm just having trouble with Noir's motivation, you feel me?
 * A-Train: His motivation is being a braindead maniac. Just keep your mouth shut.

We'll Keep The Red Flag Flying Here [4.3]

 * Butcher: Listen, Ryan, I got a lot to say and fuck-all time to say it. I got a lorry out back. I can get you out of here.
 * Ryan: What are you talking about?
 * Butcher: I know you're angry with me, and you got every right to be. But you know how dangerous Homelander is.
 * Ryan: He's my dad.
 * Butcher: Ryan, he-- He murdered some poor sod right in front of your eyes!
 * Ryan: But that guy was a pedophile!
 * Butcher: Ryan, it ain't true. He's lying to ya. Let me take ya to Grace, alright? And then you don't gotta see me no more... Please, son. I'm beggin' ya. It's what your Mum would want.
 * Homelander: "No" means "no", William. This isn't the Neverland Ranch. Don't worry. Nothing bad's gonna happen, right? Oh... Seems it already has. Look at that big, black mass curdling around your brain. What do you got, six months? Less? It's too bad, we're not gonna have that last dance together. I'll miss us.
 * Butcher: Bloody hell, you wank to your own voice, don't ya?
 * Homelander: That's the spirit, champ.


 * Homelander: Where have you been?
 * Ryan: Sorry. I-- I flew to Coney Island to get those hot dogs.
 * Homelander: You're lying.
 * Ryan: No, I'm not.
 * Homelander: You've been at William Butcher's. I can smell him on you.
 * Ryan: I wanted to see him. He's going through a tough time--
 * Homelander: Why do you care, when you have everything here? You have a home. You have a father! I've given you everything that I ever wanted, and it's still not good enough for you! Why?! You're ungrateful, you go behind my back, you lie to me... Why? Fuck... Why am I not good enough for you?
 * Ryan: N-- N-No, I... It's just Butcher--
 * Homelander: Butcher. You know what? If you love him so much, why don't you get him to be your dad?
 * Ryan: No, I-- I don't want him to be my dad, you're my--
 * Homelander: Enough! Enough!


 * Homelander Reflection 3: It's time to overcome this need for love -- this sickness -- once and for all. You're never gonna be your true self until you transcend your humanity.
 * Homelander: What do I do?
 * All Homelander Reflections: You need to go back to the start.
 * Homelander Reflection 3: John? You need to go home.

Wisdom of the Ages [4.4]

 * Homelander: [playing Paper Toss] You know... I learned this game from you, Frank.
 * Frank: I don't understand.
 * Homelander: I once saw you take a shot at the wastebasket, and you nailed it, and... and you don't remember!
 * Frank: No.
 * Homelander: Yeah, wow. I sure do. Yeah, you-- You were sitting there, and... well, I was in this oven here... and you made the shot, you did a little fistpump to celebrate? A-- And then you turned up the temperature to see if you could burn my skin. You remember that, right?


 * Homelander: Fun fact, um... even though my skin didn't char, it still really hurt. I mean, a lot. Yeah, I was in there, screaming in agony, and my tears just... sizzled away. [experiencing flashes of memory] And... I remember there was, uh, people standing here, taking notes - but behind them, I saw you make that shot. It really was a great shot, Frank.
 * Frank: I was just doing my job.
 * Homelander: [as the flashes continue] Hmm. You know, I had nightmares about that exact moment, and you can't even remember it. Funny, isn't it, how people can have such a-- a different memory of the exact same thing? It's all a matter of perspective, I guess... Hey Frank? This is my last shot, why don't you go and watch from in there? [points at the oven]


 * Frank: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
 * Homelander: You're sorry? Now? Why? You were just doing your job, right? [shuts Frank in the oven, then activates it; as Frank burns alive, Homelander tosses one more ball of paper, missing the bin] Ah, I bet you would've won. I forgive you.


 * Homelander: Oh, oh! You're getting dick blood on my boots, Marty!