DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV Series)

The Virgin Gary (2018)

Dominic Purcell: Mick Rory

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Quotes 

• Sara Lance : [following the Beatles' arrival in New York]  Hey, Z, if you had to sleep with one, which one would it be?

  Zari Tomaz : How can you even tell them apart?

  Ray Palmer : Well, Paul's the cute one, George is the quiet one, there's Ringo...

  Mick Rory : Never met an Englishman I haven't wanted to punch in the face.

  Nate Heywood : Relax, Mick. If it wasn't for the British Invasion, there'd be no Rolling Stones, no Led Zep. No Black Sabbath.

  Mick Rory : Black Sabbath.

  Nate Heywood : Yep.

  Mick Rory : Well, then we... we need to protect these mopheads from whatever's screwing up history.

• Sara Lance : Jeez, who died?

  [seeing Nate's look] 

  Sara Lance : Oh, come on. We just met the Beatles and saved Fourth of July.

  Nate Heywood : No, it's cool; it's just all becoming... I don't know. Old hat.

  Ray Palmer : Yeah, we did spend all of last year returning displaced people to their proper place in history.

  Mick Rory : Four years doing the same old crap.

  Zari Tomaz : Yeah, I'm beginning to think Wally had the right idea; taking time off, clearing his head, traveling the world. Speaking of the same old crap, isn't that what he did last year?

• Nate Heywood : Look, all I know is Constantine promised us new, mysterious monsters, so where are they all hiding?

  Sara Lance : I'm confused. We are all happy that there was only one dragon, right? We don't want to be fighting werewolves in the Alamo.

  Nate Heywood : Eh.

  Ray Palmer : Well, it would be good for our ratings.

  Zari Tomaz : What ratings?

  Ray Palmer : Oh, you don't know? The Time Bureau rates all their employees. But don't worry. We-we have a few dedicated fans.

  Zari Tomaz : Yeah, Gary doesn't count.

  Mick Rory : Who gives a damn about Time Pig ratings? I want dragons.

  Sara Lance : What is wrong with you guys? Don't you get it? Constantine was wrong. Our crazy plan to let Mallus out worked. Finally, we're not screw-ups forced to clean up our own mess. For once in our lives, we are actual heroes.

• Ava Sharpe : On behalf of the Time Bureau, I would like to recognize Captain Lance and her crew for fixing the final anachronism. Congratulations.

  Sara Lance : What does that even mean?

  Ava Sharpe : Well, it means that...

  [ushering Gary out of the way] 

  Ava Sharpe : ...Paul Revere was the final crack in the timeline. You, my friends, fixed history.

  Nate Heywood : The same history we broke.

  Sara Lance : [through gritted teeth]  Just take the win.

  Mick Rory : I don't want your stinking medal.

  Ava Sharpe : There's an open bar.

  Mick Rory : Where?

• Nate Heywood : Mick, what are you still doing here?

  Mick Rory : Machine's still spinning, and I'm still standing.

  Nate Heywood : You know what? Hook me up with one of those.

  [pouring a margarita] 

  Nate Heywood : Now that we fixed our last anachronism, it's only a matter of time before the Bureau puts us out to pasture, which blows, because being a Legend was the only thing I was good at.

  Mick Rory : Well, speak for yourself. I was a great criminal.

• Nate Heywood : [Mick breaks into a car]  I could have just called us an Uber.

  Mick Rory : You ready to steal something, Pretty?

  Nate Heywood : Um...

  [blowing a raspberry] 

  Nate Heywood : Yeah. I could do some light theft.

  Mick Rory : What is this, spring break? I'm talking about a felony. Now get in!

  Nate Heywood : You know what, Mick? If we're gonna rob a house, we really should make sure there's stuff in there worth stealing. And I think I know just the neighborhood.

• Nate Heywood : [Mick prepares to use a garden gnome to break into a house]  Whoa, Mick, wait, wait, wait! You are so aggressive.

  [taking out a hidden key] 

  Nate Heywood : Why don't you look for a spare key?

  Mick Rory : Good spotting, Pretty.

  Nate Heywood : [sarcastic]  Yeah. I'm a real criminal mastermind.

• Nate Heywood : We didn't mean to scare you, mom. I thought you'd be up at Martha's Vineyard this time of year.

  Dorothy Heywood : Oh, we were! But your father just took a very exciting job at the Pentagon.

  Nate Heywood : We'll... we'll get going, right, Mick?

  Mick Rory : Good idea.

  Dorothy Heywood : Don't be ridiculous. Um, Mr... Rory, do you like, uh, sandwiches?

  Mick Rory : Bet your ass I do, ma'am.

• Dorothy Heywood : You certainly can eat a lot of sandwiches, Mr. Rory. Where did you get those big muscles?

  Mick Rory : Prison.

• Henry Heywood : So you just drop in on us in the middle of the night, after barely a phone call for the past two years?

  Nate Heywood : I know, dad, I'm sorry. I've just been... busy.

  Henry Heywood : Busy doing what?

  Nate Heywood : History stuff. You know, the same stuff you never took seriously.

  Henry Heywood : Maybe that's because deductive historical reconstruction isn't an actual profession! That... I'm sorry. So should I have your mother just grab her checkbook now, or would you prefer your friend here swipe it out of her purse on the way out?

  Mick Rory : It would be easy either way.

• Nate Heywood : Man, I wish my dad could see us now, hunting a bloodthirsty creature through Woodstock.

  Mick Rory : What's the beef between you and your old man, anyway? He hit you?

  Nate Heywood : No.

  Mick Rory : Burn you?

  Nate Heywood : Nope.

  Mick Rory : He dress up like a clown and scare the hell out of you?

  Nate Heywood : What the hell, Mick? No. He was emotionally unavailable to me when I was growing up.

  Mick Rory : Are you serious?

  Nate Heywood : Yeah. To the whole world, my dad was this great larger-than-life guy, but to me, he was just cold.

• Nate Heywood : Hank?

  Henry Heywood : [with Mick's voice]  What? I'm not your dad!

  Nate Heywood : Oh, so you're ashamed of me? Well, I'm sorry I didn't follow in your footsteps and enlist. But for your information, I had a medal pinned to my chest, only you don't have the clearance to see it!

  Mick Rory : What's happening?

  Nate Heywood : What?

  Mick Rory : [seeing him as his late pet rat]  Axl?

  Nate Heywood : I'm getting something off my chest. And you know what, Hank? It feels pretty good. I just wish for once, you would tell me you're proud of me no matter what I do with my life. You know what I'd say?

  [Mick shakes his head] 

  Nate Heywood : [Mick still sees him as Axl]  I love you.

  Mick Rory : I love you, too.

  Nate Heywood : Really?

  Mick Rory : I thought you were dead.

  Nate Heywood : I thought you were dead on the inside.

• Ray Palmer : John! Welcome aboard.

  John Constantine : Hey, Ray big-man! Glad to see you're all back from the land of milk and honey.

  Zari Tomaz : I'm-I'm still a little fuzzy on how exactly we were...

  Mick Rory : Roofied by a horse.

  John Constantine : Well, that beast sprays a powerful mind-altering hallucinogen to disarm its prey.

  [finding what he's looking for] 

  John Constantine : Ah! "How to expel a magical creature from the mortal realm." Now, the ingredients for this spell aren't so easy to come by. Don't suppose any of you lot have the saliva from a nine-fingered man, now do you?

  Ray Palmer : You could chop off one of my pinkies.

• John Constantine : We need the Protection Stone of a powerful shaman.

  Mick Rory : [cut to him bumping into Jimi Hendrix]  Watch it.

  [revealing he lifted Jimi's necklace] 

  Mick Rory : Brother.

  John Constantine : And the lock of a doomed woman.

  The Atom : [cut to him taking a strand of hair from Janis Joplin]  Janis, this is quite an honor.

  Janis Joplin : Little robot man.

  The Atom : Hi. My mom is a huge fan.

  Janis Joplin : [laughing]  Your mom?

  John Constantine : And for our final ingredient...

  [looking at the book] 

  John Constantine : Quis virginem.

  Sara Lance : What?

  John Constantine : A virgin.

  The Atom : A virgin at Woodstock? Ha! Good luck with that; this is the least celibate place in history.

• Sara Lance : You sure that you can't tell us what all this is about?

  Gary Green : Oh, I'd love to, but the boss lady will kill me.

  Sara Lance : Mick.

  Mick Rory : [pushing him up against the wall]  Talk.

  Gary Green : I can't. Director Sharpe said...

  Sara Lance : Whatever Ava threatened is nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you.

  Ray Palmer : You told her about the dragon head, didn't you, Gary?

  Gary Green : What? No!

  Nate Heywood : Did Constantine get you to squeal?

  Gary Green : I wish.