I Was Raised by Witches, Boy.

I was raised by witches, boy. 

I see more with more than eyes, you know that. 

Frigga to Thor as she startles him: 

What are you doing? 

You’re better off leaving the sneaking to your brother.

Thor: 

Now see I was just going for a walk…

Frigga: 

What are you wearing?

Thor: 

(ashamed)

I always wear this. 

It’s one of my favorite sweat…

Frigga: 

What’s wrong with your eye? 

Thor: 

Oh you remember thee, uh, the Battle of Harog when I got hit in the face with a sword. 

Frigga: 

You’re not the Thor I know at all, are you?

Thor: 

Yes I am. 

Frigga: 

The Future hasn’t been kind to you, has it? 

Thor: 

...I didn’t say I was from The Future. 

Frigga: 

I was raised by witches, boy. 

I see more with more than eyes, you know that. 

Thor: 

(Sobs)

I’m totally from The Future —

I need to talk to you. 

*****

Thor: 

His head was over there. His body over there (pointing). 

And what was The Point? 

I was too late. 

I was just standing there. 

Some idiot with an axe. 

Frigga: 

You’re no idiot. 

You’re here, aren’t you? 

Seeking counsel from The Wisest Person in Asgard. 

Thor: 

Yes.

Frigga :

Idiot, no. 

A Failure? 

Absolutely.

Thor: 

Seems a little bit harsh....

Frigga: 

But you know what that makes you? 

Just like Everyone Else. 

Thor: 

But I’m not supposed to be like everyone else though, am I?

FRIGGA: 

Everyone fails at Who They’re Supposed to Be, Thor.

The Measure of a Person, of a Hero, 

is How Well They Succeed at 

Being Who They Are.

Thor: 

I’ve missed you mum. 

Rocket: 

Hi, you must be mom. 

I got the thing, come on we gotta move. 

Thor: 

I wish we had more time. 

Frigga: 

This was a Gift. 

Now you go and be 

The Man You’re Meant to Be. 

Thor: 

I love you, mum. 

Frigga: 

I love you. 

And eat a salad. 

But right before Rocket and Thor take off, Thor remembers something and holds out his hand. 

Rocket: 

What am I looking at?

Frigga: 

Oh, sometimes it takes a second. 

Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir comes flying into the room and into Thor’s hand. 

Thor: 

I’m still worthy!

Good With Kids

“It does not matter whether or not you actually want kids; most men still have unhealthy ideas and feelings about Fatherhood, which need to be healed. Your first introduction to The Divine Masculine is Your Father. 

If you have resistance to Your Father, you have resistance to the Divine Masculine within you. This means that one of the most important parts of the process of coming into your own Masculine essence is to examine and heal the relationship between You and Your Father. 

For some of you, this will feel like a tall order but don’t worry; this does not mean that you have to take action to re-connect with Your Father. 

Your Father does not even have to be alive in order to heal your relationship with him. 

What you do need to do is separate Yourself from Your Father so you can shed off all the damaging ideas he passed on to you and set Yourself free from Him. 

You will find that once you distance Yourself mentally and emotionally from Him, You can learn to be Yourself and only then can you make peace with Your Father. 

Only then can you truly embody The Divine Masculine within you.”

[at Barton's house, Natasha and Banner are still experiencing the after effects of Wanda's hallucinations; Banner walks out of the bathroom and sees Natasha waiting outside]

Bruce Banner: 

I didn't realize you were waiting.

Natasha Romanoff: 

I would've joined you, but uh, it didn't seem like the right time.

Bruce Banner: 

They used up all the hot water.

Natasha Romanoff: 

I should've joined you.

Bruce Banner: 

Missed our window.

Natasha Romanoff: 

Did we?

Bruce Banner: 

The World just saw the Hulk. 

The real Hulk, for the first time. 

You know I have to leave.

Natasha Romanoff: 

But you assume that I have to stay? 

I had this, um, dream. 

The kind that seems normal at the time, but when you wake...

Bruce Banner: 

What did you dream?

Natasha Romanoff: 

That I was an Avenger. 

That I was anything more than the assassin they made me.

Bruce Banner: 

I think you're being hard on yourself.

Natasha Romanoff: 

Here I was hoping that was your job. 

[she leans close into him]

Bruce Banner: 

What are you doing?

Natasha Romanoff: 

I'm running with it, with you. 

If running's the plan, as far as you want.

Bruce Banner: 

Are you out of your mind? 

[Banner turns away from her]

Natasha Romanoff: 

I want you to understand that I'm...

Bruce Banner: 

Natasha, where can I go? 

Where in The World am I not a threat?

Natasha Romanoff: 

You're not a threat to me.

Bruce Banner: 

You sure? 

Even if I didn't just...there's no future with me. 

I can't ever...

I can't have this, kids, do the math, I physically can't.

Natasha Romanoff: 

Neither can I. 

In the Red Room, where I was trained, where I was raised, um, they have a graduation ceremony. 

They sterilize you. It's efficient. 

One less thing to worry about. 

The one thing that might matter more than a mission. 

It makes everything easier. Even killing. 

[she hesitates a moment] 

You still think you're the only monster on the team?

Bruce Banner: 

What, so we disappear? 

[Steve and Stark are chopping wood outside Barton's house]

Stark: 

I couldn’t stop him. 

Steve: 

Neither could I. 

Stark: 

I lost The Kid. 

Steve: 

Tony, we lost. 

“The Rescuer is not a function of Manhood; it is a function of Boyhood. 

The Rescuer is a Boy trying to prove himself. 

A Man does not need to prove himself. 

Divine Masculine is all about growth and ENCOURAGING OTHERS towards growth. 

Encouragement is the most Divine manifestation of the Masculine expression of Love.”

https://spikethenews.blogspot.com/2017/12/masculinity-is-all-about-direct-forward.html

Kids: 

Excuse me, Mr. Hulk?

Hulk: 

Yes. 

Kids: 

Can we get a photo?

Hulk: 

100% little person. 

Come on, step on up. 

(giving the phone to Lang) 

Do you mind?

Hulk: 

Say green! 

Greeeeen! 

Lang: 

Do you want to grab one with me? I’m Ant-Man. (the kids look at him with confusion) You’re Hulks fans. You don’t know Ant-Man. Nobody does. 

Hulk: 

No he wants to 

(referring to the kids) 

Lang: 

No he doesn’t.

He even says no he doesn’t. 

Hulk tries to get the kids to take a photo with Lang. 

Lang: 

I don’t want a picture with them. 

They go back and forth, and then Lang says, take your g****** phone. 

Kids: 

Thank you, Mr. Hulk. 

Hulk: 

No, it’s great. 

Thank you very much. 

HULK OUT! 

{and Hulk Dabs}/// 

Listen to your mom, she knows better. 

DESTROYER

"Evil? Your Evil is My Good. 

I am Sutekh, The Destroyer - 
Where I tread I leave nothing but Dust and Darkness. 

I find that GOOD."

Sometimes a Suitcase is Just a Suitcase

It’s the CIA Director (Philandros) in the front seat of the helicopter who “spots” the suitcases supposedly containing two portable nuclear bombs hanging from the flagpole of The World Trade Center —

And while the Army Bomb Disposal technician hesitates with anxiety, Philandros takes the wire cutters from him and in perfect confidence cuts first the blue wire and then the red to disarm the first “bomb”.

Philindros: 

I'll disarm the other bomb. 

Patrick Hale: 

Just in the nick of time. 

Philindros: 

Yep. 

Patrick Hale: 

Convenient. 

Philindros: 

Oh, I'd say lucky. 

Patrick Hale: 

I thought for a while, the CIA had... 

arranged the suitcases. 

Like King Awad's suicide. 

Philindros: 

Mr. Hale, we only try to do what's right. 

Patrick Hale: 

Even when it's wrong? 

Philindros: 

If it's good for America, it can't be wrong. Right? 

Patrick Hale: 

What's next? 

[Scene cuts to Oval Office] 

President Lockwood: 

War!

These atom bombs on our land
constitute an Act of War...
undeclared war, unprovoked war, started by
the bloodiest terrorist of modern history--
by Rafeeq, the Hun of Hagreb.

Terrorist Mastermind :

What War?!?
What Bombs?!?

Is He CRAZY?!?

Frank, boy.

You finally did it!

Now, you're here for one reason.

Hit 'em with all we've got!

What we got here is a war.

No matter what happens, nothing happens until it happens on television.

Right, but before you take the oil wells, remember, we're taking a three-minute commercial break!

Now, let's kick ass!

Quoth The Craven

"This is My Raven, Sam, and He's a Douche-Bag."

Raven's personality compared to Human Narcissist

Befriending Ravens

  

Pet Crows, Ravens will kill other Smaller Pets

Kylo Ren is an Angry Bastard

"Mr. Corleone, all bastards are liars. 

Shakespeare wrote poems about it."

Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law

My services are bound. Wherefore should I

Stand in the plague of custom, and permit

The curiosity of nations to deprive me,

For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines

Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base?

When my dimensions are as well compact,

My mind as generous, and my shape as true,

As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us

With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?

Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take

More composition and fierce quality

Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,

Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops,

Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well, then,

Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:

Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund

As to the legitimate: fine word,--legitimate!

Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,

And my invention thrive, Edmund the base

Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper:

Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Sherif Ali :

Al-Lawrence — 
Truly, for some men nothing is written unless they write it.

Kylo Ren :

Not Al-Lawrence. 
Just Lawrence.

Sherif Ali :

AI-Lawrence is better.

Kylo Ren :

True.

Sherif Ali :

Your father too, just 'Mr. Lawrence'?

Kylo Ren :

My Father is Sir Thomas Chapman.

Sherif Ali :

Is that a Lord?

Kylo Ren :

A kind of Lord.

Sherif Ali :

Then when he dies, you too will be a Lord.

            

Kylo Ren :

No.

Sherif Ali :

Ah! You have an elder brother. 
But then, I do not understand this —

Your Father's Name is ‘Chapman’.

Kylo Ren :

He didn't marry My Mother.

         

Sherif Ali :

I see.

I'm sorry.

It seems to me, that you are free to choose your own name, then.

Kylo Ren :

 Yes, I suppose I am.

Sherif Ali :

Al-Lawrence is best.

CUT TO: Michael’s office. 

Joey Zasa is in with Michael.

ZASA

The Meucci Association has elected you, their Italian-American Man of the Year.

Zasa hands Michael the award. Michael reacts to its heavy weight.

MICHAEL

Meucci -- Who’s Meucci?

ZASA

He’s the Italian-American who invented the telephone. 

He did it one year before Alexander Graham Bell.

MICHAEL

Oh… And this is the reason you’ve come to my home on this day.

ZASA (to The Ant, in Italian)

[something like "go feed the fish"]

(then, to Michael)

I umm, got a stone in my shoe, Mr. Corleone. 

A two-bit punk who works for me. The one who, thinks he’s related to you. 

A bastard.

Michael looks over to Neri.

AL NERI

He’s here. Vincent Mancini. 

He’s at the party.

MICHAEL

Well bring him in.

ZASA

I think it’s good we talk.

Zasa offers Michael a cigarette. Michael refuses and asks Zasa to sit down.

(then)

I have a problem; and I want to find out if it is my problem, or your problem.

MICHAEL

Joe, your business is your business. 

I have no interests or percentage – I’m out…

ZASA

Good. Then it’s my problem.

Vincent enters with Connie.

CONNIE

Michael, you know Vincent Mancini -- 

Sonny’s boy.

VINCENT

How you doin’ Mr. Corleone?

MICHAEL

How you doing?

VINCENT

I’m doin’ good. How you doin’?

MICHAEL

Good.

VINCENT

Good party.

MICHAEL

Oh you like it?

VINCENT

Yeah, I had to sneak in.

MICHAEL

Well, you’re dressed for it.

Vincent looks embarrassed, Zasa looks disgusted.

MICHAEL

So, what’s the trouble between you and Mr. Joe Zasa?

VINCENT

There’s trouble. 

I’ll take care of it.

MICHAEL

That’s foolish of you.

VINCENT

Foolish of ME? 

It’s a little foolish of this guy, don’t you think? Right? RIGHT?

MICHAEL (to himself)

Temper like his father.

(then, to Vincent)

Vincent. Mr. Joe Zasa now owns what used to be the Corleone family business, in New York. 

Out of the kindness of his heart he gave you a job in his family. 

Contrary to my advice, you took the job.

I’d offered you something, better, in the legitimate world. 

You turned me down. 

Now, you both come to me with this bad blood. 

And what do you expect me to do? Am I a gangster?

VINCENT

No, you’re not a gangster….

CONNIE (interrupts)

That’s was Papa’s neighborhood, now it’s a sewer. 

Zasa runs it like a disgrace that’s what the women tell me.

MICHAEL

That’s The Past Connie.

ZASA

I earned that territory with my talent. 

Commission gave it to me, and you approved…

MICHAEL

Yes.

VINCENT

Uncle Michael, I came to the party here -- 

I’m not here to ask for any kind of help. 

I could just kill this bastard, he’s the one who needs the help.

MICHAEL

So kill him. 

What has all this have to do with me?

VINCENT

Well, he’s going around behind your back saying ‘Fuck Michael Corleone’ all time. 

That’s it, see, that’s one thing it has to do with you.

(then, to Zasa)

Right? Say it to his face, one time say it to his face, one time!

ZASA

Mr. Corleone, all bastards are liars. 

Shakespeare wrote poems about it.

VINCENT

What am I gonna do with this guy, Uncle Michael? -- 

WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH THIS GUY?!

MICHAEL

Joey. If there’s some guy running around this city saying 

"Fuck Michael Corleone” —

What do we do, with a piece of shit like that? 

He’s a fucking dog, no?

ZASA (pauses, then)

Yes it’s True. 

If anyone would say such a thing, they would not be a friend. 

They would be a dog.

MICHAEL (to Vincent)

My interests don’t conflict with Mr. Joe Zasa’s…

VINCENT

Oh you don’t know how much your interests conflict with Mr. Joe Zasa’s, Uncle Michael.

CONNIE

Michael -- He needs your support, Michael.

VINCENT

Don’t let me work for this guy no more Uncle Michael, let me come work for you.

MICHAEL

For me?

VINCENT

Yeah.

MICHAEL

As what? Tough guy? 

I don’t need tough guys -- I need more lawyers.

Michael smiles at Joey who smiles back. Michael extend his arms to Joey in friendship.

MICHAEL (to Joey)

Since we have no conflicts, no debts, I accept your tribute. 

I wish you well.

Michael and Zasa embrace.

(then, to Vincent)

Vincent -- Make your peace with Mr. Joe Zasa. 

C’mon…

Vincent reluctantly goes to embrace Joey. As they do so, Joey mutters into Vincent’s ear.

ZASA (quietly to Vincent)

Bastardo.

Vincent retaliates by biting Zasa’s ear. 

The two are separated and ZASA is led bleeding and screaming from the room by The Ant.

MICHAEL

Oh, Jesus…

Vincent tries to explain himself as Connie leads him outside but Michael tells him to stay.

VINCENT (still explaining)

Uncle Michael, I told Connie it wasn’t the right time for this thing –

(then)

Uncle Michael, listen -- 

I know you’re into banks and Wall Street, but everyone knows you’re the final word, you’re like the Supreme Court.

All I want to do is protect you from these guys and your lawyers can’t do that.

MICHAEL

And you can?

VINCENT

Yeah, I can do that.

MICHAEL

And why should I be afraid of Joe Zasa?

VINCENT

Well, he knows you’re stopping him from rising up in the commission, Uncle Mike. 

I say we make him dead. 

You give me the order, I’ll take care of it.

MICHAEL

You’ll take care of it?

VINCENT

Yeah.

MICHAEL

Maybe you should, uhh, come with me for a few weeks. See what happens.

VINCENT

Okay.

MICHAEL

See if you learn. 

And, umm, we’ll talk about your future.

VINCENT

I won’t let you down.

Connie leads Vincent from the room.

CUT TO: 

The stairway where the family are getting a photo taken.

PHOTOGRAPHER

We’re just about ready .. no, it’s all right…

Vincent approaches his mother, Lucy Mancini.

LUCY

So what happened?

VINCENT

What happened? 

They put me in a room with Joey Zasa -- what’s gonna happen? 

I bit the guy’s ear off.

The photographer takes a photo. As he prepares for the next one, Michael fetches Vincent for the picture.

MICHAEL

Hold it…

(then, to Vincent)

Vincent –

VINCENT

Yeah?

MICHAEL

Take the picture with me – c’mon…

MARY (to Vincent)

Nice jacket.

The second picture is taken and the band strike up the familiar Godfather’s waltz as Enzo the baker wheels in a cake for Michael.