I realize you're planning on fighting all the dragons single-handedly-""I'm going to protect you from John, dammit. Show him that he can't fucking mess with you. This is about territory."Tom narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to piss a circle around me too?""If that's what it takes.

Ah, Proph." Tom paused. "You did have a nightmare last night.""And here I thought maybe I dreamed it," Prophet muttered sarcastically.

How the hell did you know where I was?" Prophet demanded.Cillian said simply, "Don't bother searching your phone for chips.""Then how did you know?""Prophet, I know everything."Fuck him. Cillian did.

Could you bite back your complaints? You're fucking with my run.""Your run is fucking with my ability to complain," Tom called back.

I don't know whether to punch you or kiss you.""A combination of both is usually the best," Prophet advised.

Let's get rid of those fucking ghosts once and for all, Proph. We tried burying them, but that never works. So how about we just set them free?""And let them go into the light, Carol Anne?""And just like that, you're a goddamned bastard again." But Tom was smiling as he said it.

I'm never letting you do my laundry. Again.""I didn't know the red towel was in there," Prophet protested."You did it on purpose to get out of doing laundry.""Maybe. But it worked.""Fucking impossible.