[Airport]
Deckard: Hobbs, it’s over 3 ounces. Just let it go—
Luke: I’m not going anywhere until this tsa fucker explains to me how I’m gonna hijack the plane with my baby oil.
Sam: Can we go out for ice cream?
Deckard: Did you ask your father?
Sam: He said no.
Deckard: Then why are you asking me?
Sam: Because he’s not the boss of you.
Deckard, internally: This is a trap. This is a trap. This is a—
Deckard, thinking to himself while watching Luke sleep: I love him so much. He’s my everyth—
Luke: *snores*
Deckard: I can’t live like this.
Luke: [taps table]
Deckard: [taps back]
Dom: What the hell are they doing?
Letty: Morse code.
Luke: [aggresively taps table]
Deckard: [slams his hand on the table] YOU TAKE THAT BACK.
Luke: [Carrying grocery bags in both hands]
Deckard: [Reaches a hand out to help]
Luke: [Switches all of the bags to one hand and holds Deckard’s hand]
Deckard: That’s not what— okay.
Deckard: I got called a threat to public safety and security in a pub today.
Luke: What happened?
Deckard: I got called a threat to public safety and security.
Luke: Yeah, but why?
Deckard: I was being a threat to public safety and security.
Luke: In a pub?
Deckard: Yeah, it was in a pub.
Deckard: FOUR MONTHS!
Hattie: What is he talking about?
Luke: It’s not that big of a deal—
Deckard: YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT FOR FOUR MONTHS!
Luke: Shaw, we need to talk about your professionalism.
Deckard *standing on a table, playing with Sam*: Those are some mighty brave words for a guy standing in lava.
Deckard: Can you at least try to see this from my perspective?
Luke: Okay, I’ll try.
Deckard: Thank yo—
Luke, crouching down: Explain it to me again.
Deckard:
Deckard: I hope you die.
Deckard: This date is boring.
Luke: This isn’t a date. I said I was going to the store.
Deckard: Then why the fuck did you invite me?
Luke: I specifically said, “Don’t come with me” and you said, “Fuck you, I do whatever I want” and followed me here.