Hughie Campbell: Look, I know what you're gonna say, and I just...
Billy Butcher: No, no, mate. I'm just chuffed to have all the Boys back under the same roof, all right?
Hughie Campbell: Really?
Billy Butcher: Yeah. I mean, there he was, right? In his fancy pants, lording it over us like the viceroy of Vought Square, eh? And that whole time, he weren't nothing but a Supe's boot lick, eh?
Hughie Campbell: Yeah...
Billy Butcher: That, my son, is a Lifetime Achievement at the C*nt of the Year Awards, isn't it?
Homelander: I don't make mistakes. I'm not "just like the rest of you." I'm stronger. I'm smarter. I'm better. I am better. I'm not some weak-kneed f**king crybaby that goes around f**king apologizing all the time. And why the f**k would you want me to be? All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I'm a f**king puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what. If they can control me, then you can bet your a$$ they can control you. They already do. You just don't realize it. I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You're not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero.
(Chelsea was about to jump of a bulding, Homelander came to save her...)
Homelander: Why don't you show a little follow-through, Chelsea? Jump.
Chelsea: Please, I... I just want to get down.
Homelander: I'm not suggesting anymore. Jump.
Chelsea: No. No, please. Oh, God, oh, God.
Homelander: No, no, no. No God. The only man in the sky is me.
Homelander: Tonight, simulcast live across VBS, VTV, VNN, Vought Soul and Voughtemundo, join me for my annual Birthday Spectacular, along with my cocaptain Starlight, as well as Emeril Lagasse, Rascal Flatts, Supersonic, the cast of Riverdale, Dame Judi Dench and, of course, my dear friend Black Noir...
Billy Butcher: I don't mean to be rude, but can we just skip to the part where you laser my f**king brains out?
Homelander: Oh, for Christ sakes. Where's the sport in that? No, look at you. It'd be like putting down a wounded dog.
Billy Butcher: You're the one with your tail between your legs on all them f**king talk shows. And then they go and make Starlight co-captain. That's got to sting.
Stan Edgar (to Singer): The problem, of course, was making the super into heroes. Making them figures to be worshiped. The fame, the movies, the depraved sex... it ruined them. Cone of silence? In five years, I hope to be out of the superhero business entirely. This should be a serious company. A defense and pharmaceutical company. Not a day care dealing with spoiled children and dead prostitutes. But the point is, you won't have to worry about any of that. Because your soldiers will only be super temporarily. The product finally perfected.