Waffle time at the Bennet house:
Lyle: So, dad, where you been lately?
Noah: New job- meetings…… TPS reports…….consulting…….stock manipul….Oops!
Lyle: My bullshit meter just redlined.
Sandra: Lyle, *really, * do you think your dad still works for those horrible Primatech people?
Lyle: Actually, to afford this place, I thought he’d moved up to human trafficking
Claire: Well, in a way……….
Noah: I’m doing this to Keep you Safe!
Sandra: I’m done with your lies. Get out.
Noah: Bubububu….I have to Protect My Family!
Sandra: Last year your son got electrocuted by that Elle girl, and your daughter had her scalp cut off. Try staying home for a change.
*Playing the crappiest version of Born to be Wild ever. And I should know, I started drinking in the 70’s. *
Sylar: Why did I bring you along anyhow?
Kid: Narrative framing tool. What, are you going to drive across the country just talking to yourself about birds and wagons? That’d just be weird.
Sylar: I usually cut people open and take their abilities. Why I chopped up that hot lie detecting chick and kept you alive, I have no idea
Kid: You’re a serial killer? Cool
Sylar: Serial killer? How gauche.
Kid: Well, yeah. You kill them, cut’em up,take their abilities as trophies……
Sylar: OK, * technically, * I’m a serial killer. Ewwww, how gauche!
Kid: Your dad used to take me out in the middle of the night to look at birds in the woods. Mom thought he was a freak, but she still let me go
Sylar: Your mom really wanted you to get kidnapped and murdered, you do realize that?
Kid: Your dad sold you for smokes and formaldehyde
Sylar: No, really, why haven’t I killed you yet?
*Audience: Yeah! Get with it, Gray! *
Sylar: I remember that wagon- my dad used to take me out to the woods in it all bundled up and I’d watch him look at birds.
Kid: that’s amazing
Sylar:That I remember that?
Kid: no, that a guy that geeky got enough laid to have a kid to drag around the forest. Are you sure he didn’t steal you from someone else before he sold you like a puppy?
Sylar: You remind me of my old girlfriend zaaaaaaap/ finger twitches
Claire: Hey, Comic store geek with awesome bone structure- is that your ability? I’m here to save you from the government
Alex: I thought you were here to give me a lap dance
Claire: Dad! He’s over here!
*Claire changes her mind, runs off with awesome bone structure. Noah is thwarted in his apprehension by a magazine rack. A magazine rack. Ex-cuse me? Anyhow, Nissan obviously didn’t keep up the payments, or didn’t want to be associated with comic store nerds, ‘cause they bust off in a Rabbit older than Claire. *
DHS dame: No lawyer, no Miranda? Nuh uh we do not allow torture in this country! (anymore). Especially to my martini buddies, no way bub. I’m going to the AG, who is clearly not Gonzalez anymore.
Tracy: Bitch, take me with you!!!
DHS: Naw, cool your heels. Hey, was that an insensitive thing to say?
Tracy: Let me go or he gets Frostie-d to death. Oh, what the hell, my negotiating position is pretty weak right now -cruuunch
DHS: Fuck the constitution, here’s your budget allocation Senator.
Claire: You breathe underwater? Far out.
Alex: Sure, in fresh water- then I tried it in the ocean, sucked in half a pound of salt, got saline poisoning. Tried it at the pool and farted chlorine for a week.
Claire: So, you can only be a superhero at the lake?
Nerd: I can catch trout with my hands
Claire: I miss West.
*Meanwhile, in India, Ando and Hiro find a -Oh god, she’s a girl, a possible girlfriend, and brown. Ana’s deadmeat. Pour those shots right now, people, someone’s gonna die and it’s not R2 and Threepio, here. *
Hiro: I don’t need abilities to be a hero! Just my trusty dagger and my patented Pikachu punch, and I’m saving the world! Well, saving the pretty candy chefs. Unlike some people who jus throw pink sparks and get hauled off by thugs. And I get the girl!
Ando: I heard that! No, I get the girl!
Hiro: No, I do!
Ana: Actually, my partner? She’s my partner.
Partner: I get the girl!
*Sylar grabs the drugged boy, a SWAT uniform and a blood soaked laptop. Hoyay fanfic postings cause ISP crashes across the nation. The Dell people double check their product placement contract for rights for product use by homicidal maniac characters. Meanwhile: *
Season 1 flashbacks! Claire’s crying and hugging her dad again. Oops, big faker. She’s just hiding a boy in the closet who isn’t Odessa Zack. (We’re just swimming in the subtext tonight, aren’t we?)
Noah’s in the bar, feeling up his wedding ring, drinking ‘em neat. (Look, dude, can you make it 24 hours out of the house before you go trolling for booty? )
Noah: Hey, you know where a guy can get a place to stay around here?
Bartender: I do not get paid enough to listen to middle age guys whine about their wives throwing them out. Time to perfunctory pickup attempt: 8 minutes.
Noah: Waitaminute-did I just get roofied?
Barkeep: Don’t look at me, glasses.
Noah: Why does this feel so familiar? Hey, It’s the fantastic three-where’d you guys come fr….Thud
Parkman: You’re gonna wake up 12 hours from now strapped to a table in a lab somewhere…
Mohinder: Hi there!
Parkman……and I saved those white Primatech jammies you shoved me in, too. By the way-sorry lady, I gotta do this….* <brain mojo thingy>*You never saw any of us here tonight </bmt>
Barkeep: Huh? Someone say something?
Peter: Don’t touch me Parkman! I’m trying to keep my flight on.
Mohinder: I’m the Indian guy, and I don’t go to India to save the girl. I’m the strong guy, but you two are carrying Bennet out of the bar. I’m not allowed to do *any-thing. *
Peter: Shut up Mohinder- remember what happened last time you were ‘allowed’ to do anything? Do you want me to show you the bugface pictures again?
Mo: hands in pockets, kicks the ground No…
Matt: It’s okay buddy; we’re going to let you strap Noah to your lab table
Mo: Really? Oh goody goody goody!
Matt: He knows everything we need to know
Peter: You sure? Maybe we should we go snag one of those laptops too ….
*Next time: Coleman takes a solo. *