DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV Series)
Return of the Mack (2017)
Brandon Routh: Ray Palmer
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Quotes
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Gideon : Shock missiles away, Captain.
Nate Heywood : Oh, this is gonna suck so bad.
Jefferson Jackson : Uh, Gray, if we're gonna die, I don't want us to go out mad at each other. So, uh, I can't remember what for, but I'm sorry.
Dr. Martin Stein : You were just thinking of me. Actually, I should be thanking you.
Ray Palmer : Aww. Who wants to hold hands?
Nate Heywood : Ray, it's not freaking "Toy Story 3".
Mick Rory : Everyone shut up. I got one page left.
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Ray Palmer : That's not a phone. It's a 2016 Palmer Tech 7G smart watch. Hand it over.
Coroner : I don't know what you're on about.
Mick Rory : [raising his stake] You want some of this?
Sara Lance : [the coroner hands the watch over] Who does that watch belong to?
[he remains silent]
Sara Lance : No? All right. Mick, stake him.
Coroner : [cowering] Oh, all right. All right. A vicar was walking down the street as calm as can be when a dead man fell from the sky. It wasn't no normal corpse, neither. No identification, strange clothes, and that there watch.
Sara Lance : Which you stole.
Coroner : He wasn't gonna miss it. I will, though. It is the finest timepiece I've ever seen.
Ray Palmer : It did sell better in England.
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Ray Palmer : You sure you want to do this? Break up Firestorm?
Jefferson Jackson : Well, I'm sure Gray wants off the ship, and I'm sure that can't happen if we're still bonded to each other, so...
Ray Palmer : Yeah, but your bond isn't just physical. You guys have been psychically bonded for over three years.
Jefferson Jackson : Yeah, and it's been no picinic, let me tell you. Last time I got laid, afterwards Gray said to me "Well done, Jefferson." I mean...!
Ray Palmer : Could have done without knowing that.
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Ray Palmer : Does Gray... I mean Marty, know that you wanna break up with him?
Jefferson Jackson : No clue. But if he did, he'd say it was too dangerous.
Ray Palmer : Well, if you're really determined to do this, severing your psychic connection could give us some much-needed mental space to figure out how to untie the nuclear knot.
Jefferson Jackson : Well, let's do it.
Ray Palmer : Okay. Here goes.
[injecting Jax with a needle]
Ray Palmer : Oh, I forgot. There... there might be a... a couple side effects.
Jefferson Jackson : What side effects?
Ray Palmer : Um... just, like, you know, facial swelling, maybe a little gastrointestinal upset. Uh... oh, and short-term memory loss. How do you feel?
Jefferson Jackson : Uh... normal. Except, uh, I'm not craving grapefruit.
Ray Palmer : Okay?
Jefferson Jackson : Ray! It's 9:00 a.m. and I'm not craving grapefruit!
Dr. Martin Stein : [cut to the galley, where Stein is eating half a grapefruit] Mm. Delightful!
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Mick Rory : One lousy beer for breakfast.
Nate Heywood : It's breakfast?
Ray Palmer : Yeah. What time did you go to bed last night, buddy?
Nate Heywood : I didn't. Drank a lot of coffee. Can you tell?
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Orphan : Another vampire victim found dead in the street.
[Mick grabs the paper]
Orphan : Oi! Give me that!
Jefferson Jackson : Whoa, vampires? What the hell is he talking about?
Ray Palmer : The blood-sucking creatures that we're here hunting.
[realizing]
Ray Palmer : Oh, no! Short-term memory loss. One of the side effects of the serum.
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Coroner : Who are you lot?
Nate Heywood : Oi. Scotland Yard. We're here to see about these so-called vampire attacks.
Sara Lance : And we're with the NYPD.
Jefferson Jackson : Nothing like a bit of cooperation from across the pond, right?
Nate Heywood : Right.
Ray Palmer : This one of the victims?
Coroner : Unlucky devil.
[Mick steps forward and stakes the victim in the heart]
Nate Heywood : Whoa, whoa! Mick!
Mick Rory : You don't want him coming back to life, do you?
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Ray Palmer : All right, we're looking for an unmarked grave among hundreds. I say we split up. Check 'em row by row.
Nate Heywood : Or we can start with the one that's already dug up.
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Ray Palmer : Rip!
Sara Lance : Rip?
Rip Hunter : Welcome to London.
Mick Rory : Listen, Englishman. Those time pigs try to take me, I'll burn 'em alive.
Rip Hunter : The... the Time Bureau are not actually aware of my current whereabouts. And as surprising as this may sound... I need the Legends' help.
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Ray Palmer : Since we can't hack the watch for its GPS data, we're gonna have to solve this the old-fashioned way. With fingerprints.
Jefferson Jackson : Okay, we got the coroner's fingerprints.
Ray Palmer : Uh-huh. And the second one is mine, obviously, and the third one is unidentifiable, and the fourth one is...
[surprised by the result]
Ray Palmer : Oliver Queen?
Jefferson Jackson : Oliver's a time-traveling vampire from the future?
Ray Palmer : We got to call Team Arrow, figure out what the heck's going on.
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Curtis Holt : Whoa, guys, I am digging the digs. I mean, I have some serious lab envy over here.
Ray Palmer : Yeah? Well, check this out.
[he slides the image from Stein's device to a plasma screen]
Curtis Holt : Whoa! Okay, wow. Uh, well, I've analyzed that unidentified print and got back 100,000 possible variations on a complete friction ridge.
Ray Palmer : Okay, so, do we have a match?
Curtis Holt : Unfortunately. I hope you guys have a bar on that ship, because you're gonna need a drink. The watch belongs to...
Sara Lance : [cut to Sara opening the 'coffin'] Damien Darhk.
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Dr. Martin Stein : It's Mr. Hunter.
Nate Heywood : What's he done?
[a protective steel shield covers the Waverider]
Ray Palmer : All the exits are locked.
Jefferson Jackson : And I can't override the command.
Sara Lance : Damn it, Rip.
Mick Rory : Told you we should never have trusted the Englishman.
Amaya Jiwe : Where's Zari?
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Jefferson Jackson : Our coordinates say we're right above the Order.
Sara Lance : Prepare the shock missiles.
Mick Rory : [reading "Dracula"] Three pages left.
Amaya Jiwe : What are you doing? Zari's in there.
Sara Lance : I need you to target the cargo bay.
Ray Palmer : Our cargo bay?
Nate Heywood : Shouldn't we have a team vote first?
Sara Lance : If anybody has a better idea how to get the ship open, now's the time. Trust me, Jax. Fire.