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It's not possible.

No. It's necessary.

I guess I'm not in the mood today.

Mood? What's mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises, no matter the mood. Now fight!

[the two begin fighting, and Paul eventually puts his blade to Gurney's throat]

I see you found the mood.

This haven is safe no more.

Are services still off limits to me?

Under the circumstances your privileges are reinstated immediately, what do you need?

Guns, lots of guns.

A reclusive sorcerer who uses an alias and hires a young girl to procure him a witcher. You don't want my monster. You want me to kill yours.

Very clever. Indeed.

What kind?

The worst kind. The human kind.

I will help you. Many have passed through. They seek the same one as you.

Did you help them?

Yes. They died.

Well, then I don't know if I want your help.

This town doesn't need a panic.

It doesn't need an epidemic either, Avery.

Virginia City? Three days past? Best you remember who'd you cheat out of $50 in a card game!

I assure you I did not have to cheat to beat the likes of you two.

I didn't ask for your help.

And yet, you always need it.

I get it. You're in a rough spot, okay? I've been there myself. And you want to know who helped me out of it?

Was it Natasha?

It was you. You helped me.

So, why don't you ask the Asgardians down there how much my help is worth? The ones that are left, anyway.

I think we could bring them back.

Stop. Stop, okay? I know you think I'm down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and, and saved, but I'm fine, okay. We're fine, aren't we?

Oh, we're good here, mate.

So, whatever it is that you're offering, we're not into it. Don't care. Couldn't care less. Goodbye.

We need you, pal.

[pause, as Thor finishes his beer]

There's beer on the ship.

What kind?

Look, he's still got the Stones, so...

So, let's get them. Use them to bring everyone back.

Just like that?

Yeah, just like that.

Even if there's a small chance that we can undo this, I mean, we owe it to everyone who is not in this room, to try.

You shouldn't be here.

Neither should you.

I've got a job to do.

Is that what you're calling this? Killing all these people isn't going to bring your family back.

[long pause]

We found something. A chance - maybe...

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't give me hope.

I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner.

Were you really going to shoot him?

I knew I wouldn't have to. One look at this guy and you know he'll do anything to survive. One look at me and you know I'm not bluffing.

[rubbing his middle finger and thumb together] You know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the waitresses.

You don't have any idea what you're talking about. Τhese people bust their ass. Τhis is a hard job.

So's working at McDonald's but you don't feel the need to tip them, do you? Why not? Τhey serve food. But society says, don't tip these guys here, but tip these guys over here. Τhat's bullshit.

Waitressing is the number-one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one job basically any woman can get and make a living on. Τhe reason is because of their tips.

Fuck all that. I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips. Τhat's fucked up. Τhat ain't my fault. It appears waitresses are one of the groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Show me a piece of paper that says they shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit, I got two words for that, learn to fucking type. If you expect me to help out with the rent, you're in for a fucking surprise.

Ηe's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

Look, I ordered coffee. We've been here a long fucking time. She's only filled my cup three times. When I order coffee, I want it filled six times.

Six times? What if she's too fucking busy?

Τoo fucking busy shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.

Εxcuse me, Mr Pink, but the last fucking thing you need is another cup of coffee.

Jesus Christ, these ladies aren't starving to death. Τhey make minimum wage. I used to work minimum wage and I wasn't lucky enough to have a job society deemed tip-worthy.

But they're counting on your tips to live.

Come on, throw in a buck!

I don't tip.

You don't tip?

No, I don't believe in it.

You don't believe in tipping?

You know what these chicks make? They make shit.

Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit.

I don't even know a fucking Jew who'd have the balls to say that. Let me get this straight: you don't ever tip?

I don't tip because society says I have to. I'll tip if somebody really deserves a tip. If they really put forth an effort, I'll give them something, but tipping automatically is for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're doing their job.

Hey, this girl was nice.

She was okay. She wasn't anything special.

What's special? Take you in the back and suck your dick?

I'd go over twelve percent for that.