Doom Patrol
Thursdays on DC UniverseDoom Patrol Season 2 Episode 6: "Space Patrol" Quotes
Cliff: Chief! We've got a live one! Fresh off the knuckle!
Niles: What the hell were you thinking?
Cliff: I'm thinking this perfectly good touching stick is my ticket to being able to feel.
Niles: We agreed. No brutality.
Cliff: And I agreed but this finger literally fell into my lap.
Larry: I'm sorry my son sold us out.
Rita: Why are you apologizing? You were trying to make amends.
Larry: And apparently they'd all be better off if I were dead.
Rita: Well, that may be true but I would be bereft.
Rita: Well, go ahead and say it. I'm a vain, selfish person who would rather chase fame than support you in your time of need.
Larry: First, I'm not in a time of need. I'm in a time of regret and self-loathing. Second, I doubt it's fame you're chasing by joining the Cloverton Players.
Rita: They're very well reviewed in the Cloverton Bugle.
Vic: Let's stay in today.
Roni: Mm, I'm sorry, Vic, but I live in the real world and us Normals without a S.T.A.R. Lab credit card have to come up with rent, buy food, and pay off years of medical stuff.
Vic: I get it. What kind of medical stuff?
Roni: PT from botched corrective surgeries. Pain meds. PTSD meds. Anxiety meds which, apparently are different from PTSD meds.
Vic: Oh, sounds expensive.
Roni: Cost of doing business with black ops. But, don't you worry, I'll have died long before I have to pay it all off.
Cliff: Dorothy put Jane in a coma.
Niles: Have you seen her?
Larry: No, but there's something else you should see.
Cliff: Is it Dorothy playing dress up with Rita's skin?
Secretary, I'm gonna need you to be, like, ten percent more self-aware. This. Is. A. Construct.
Jane
Niles: In the Fifties, science still hadn't mastered basic rocketry so I mixed my science with ... a little bit of borrowed magic.
Cliff: You know what? I think you can solo this one, Chief. I'm not in a rush to get stranded in space on your homebrew devil ship.
We've been in space for sixty-five years. It's gotten... weird.
Valentina
Mickey: The script is woven from first person testimonies, newspaper reports, journals, and what we know in hindsight about the day our town was sucked into the ground. Tonally, kind of like The Laramie Project.
Isabelle: But more important.
Vic: How weird do you want me to get?
Roni: Just tell the truth.
Vic: K, I was trying to save an old friend, a guy named Niles Caulder. Then an omniscient bad guy put a viral thought in my head. What if I can't trust my own dad? Next thing, I was beating my old man to death.
Roni: Holy shit.
Vic: Yo, I'm skipping over a pocket universe in a donkey, a world-ending cult, a world-saving cult, a secret government branch that houses a pack of flesh-eating butts!
Vic: Okay, I'm hacking the military.
Roni: What?
Vic: If I can figure out what's inside of you, I can figure out how to neutralize it.
Roni: Uh-uh. Don't you dare make me your project. I am not your redemption story, okay? And, if you're so worried about being a bad guy, how about NOT hacking the government on my behalf?
Candlemaker: You need a new friend. A new protector.
Dorothy: Shut up. You don't even sound like yourself. Since when do you use so many words?
Candlemaker: As you grow up, so do I.
