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| [Narrator: “Previously-- on ‘Young Hercules’.” | | [[Category:Scripts]][[Category:YH Episode Scripts (Novelization)]] |
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| Strife: “I’m Strife. I’m bad.”
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| Ares: “Destroy a mortal son of Zeus.”
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| Strife: “You mean Hercules.”
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| H: “What’s your name?”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Ny-- Nysus Gaius.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “He used to tell me about this place-- near the
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| academy? In a cave-- up on the mountain.”
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| H: “What cave?” Strife-as-NG’s Voice: “They've got a chalice
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| there-- made by Zeus himself.”
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| Ares’ Voice: “Is my dear brother hooked?”
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| Strife’s Voice: “Like a little fish, Uncle-- waiting for Hera to
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| fry.”
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| Narrator: “Now, on ‘Young Hercules’.”]
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| Custodian: [Screams]
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| I: “Ooh! [Yells]
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| I: “A little help here!”
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| Ja: “Look before you leap, Iolaus.”
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| Ja: “You’re welcome!”
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| I: “I was gonna say thanks!”
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| Ja: “Let’s break his fall.”
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| I: “Go!”
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| I: “OK. Uh-- this way.”
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| Ja: “Uh, no, it’s this way!”
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| I: “No, it’s this way!”
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| Ja: “It’s this way!”
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| I: “I”m telling you; it’s this way!”
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| H: “Over here!”
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| I and Ja: “That way.”
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| Ja: “I told you it was that way.”
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| I: [Incomprehensible-- “Look out.”]
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| H: “Perfect.”
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| [ACT I]
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| Cheiron: “These’ll take the stiffness out of that shoulder. You
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| were lucky, Hercules. But the warrior that depends on luck is a
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| fool.”
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| H: “I understand that this won’t change anything, but-- the last
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| thing that I want to do is bring harm to this academy.”
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| Cheiron: “Selfish desires often mask themselves as good
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| intentions.”
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| H: “Uh-- I thought I knew what I was getting into. Now, I’m not
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| so sure.”
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| Strife [Dressed as NG]: “Your little bro is tougher than I
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| thought. He’s one bad dude. Takes after his daddy. Chip off
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| the old Zeus. You know-- ”
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| Ares [Interrupting]: “Don’t speak. Don’t-- don’t speak. We’ll
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| soften him up where’s he’s weakest-- his pathetic mortal
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| feelings.”
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| Strife [Dressed as NG]: [Makes growling sound]
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| I: “You know-- ”
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| Fiducius [Fid]: “You are the only one.”
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| I: “I was gonna pay.”
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| Fid: “Get the money by the end of the week, or you’re out of
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| here.”
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| I: “Uh, fine! Fine.”
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| Ja: “What’d Fiducius want?”
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| I: “What’s a dinar-counter like him always want? The academy
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| fees.”
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| Ja: “Iolaus-- if you’re a little short-- ”
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| I: “Ah, nah, nah. I’ve-- I got it covered. So, are we gonna
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| practice, or what?”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Practice what? Oh.”
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| I: “OK. [Chuckles] Now remember-- what old four-legs says:
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| ‘Balance-- ’
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| Strife-as-NG: “Ah! Ooh.”
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| I: “I’m sorry-- ‘-- is the key.’ Don’t think about where you’re
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| stepping. Just feel the pole. It’s nothing. I’ve seen Herc do
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| it blindfolded.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Oh, really? Everybody’s sayin’ he’s always
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| showing off! I’ll betcha that’s why he got you involved in that
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| bird thing! Stealing Hera’s chalice-- ”
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| I: “Hera? Ah!”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Gotcha! Score one for Nysus! I can’t believe--
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| Hercules didn’t tell you the chalice belonged to Hera. She can
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| be so nasty.”
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| Ja: “I guess he forgot to mention it.”
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| I: “Yeah, right-- like Hera could just slip anyone’s mind.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Think fast! Uh-- nice move, Iolaus.”
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| I: “Yeah.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Didn’t see that one comin’.”
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| I: “Ah, you were doin’ OK-- for a second.”
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| H: “Hey, Iolaus-- finally find someone who hasn’t seen all your,
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| uh-- special moves, huh? Iolaus? What’s your problem?”
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| I: “Me? W-- well I-- I don’t have a problem. I’m not the one
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| keeping secrets from my friends.”
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| H: “What’re ya talkin’ about?”
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| Ja: “He means, ‘Why didn’t you tell us the chalice in the cave
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| belonged to Hera?’”
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| H: “I didn’t think she’d miss some stupid old cup, OK? That’s
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| why.”
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| I: “Well-- maybe we’d have tried to stop you, maybe not-- but
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| you should ‘a told us.”
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| H: “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
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| Cheiron’s Voice: “Pair drills!”
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| Cheiron: “Pick a partner. Warriors must learn to fight
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| back-to-back-- depend on your comrade as he depends on you.”
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| H: “Listen, let’s talk about this later, OK? Partners?”
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| I: “Well, I’m not sure I can trust you.”
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| Voices: “That guy from-- ” “What a rules freak.”
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| Kora: “Kitchen’s closing. Anything else?”
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| I: “Uh-- how about a-- slow walk in the moonlight-- you-- me--
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| the stars?”
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| Kora: “Alone, Iolaus-- with you?”
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| I: “Uh, uh-- sure.”
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| Kora: “OK. Sneak into the academy barn-- crawl into the
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| hayloft. Close your eyes-- and dream on.”
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| I: “I don’t get it! What is her problem?”
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| Ja: “She has good taste.”
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| I: “Uh-- so, what’s my share?”
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| Ja: “Ah, don’t worry about it. I got it.”
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| I: “Ah, thank you, Jason. I owe you one. Huh?”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Nice guy.”
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| I: “Mmm.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “I betcha he had everything he could want--
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| big-time money-- family. He can’t know what it’s like to
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| struggle to get by like-- well, like you and me.”
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| Kora: “And there-- that’s alone-- ”
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| Strife-as-NG: “And a-- girl like Kora-- is only impressed by one
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| thing-- money. Check how she looks at Jason.”
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| I: “Ah-- they’re just talkin’.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “I may be outta line here, but, uh-- if you were a
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| girl-- who would you go with-- the future king of Corinth-- or--
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| a guy like you? See ya back at the academy.”
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| I: “Mmm.”
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| Ja: “Where’s the old Iolaus smile, huh?”
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| I: “Why would you care?”
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| Ja: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
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| I: “All my life, I’ve had to fight for everything-- you know?
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| And you-- you’ve-- just had it handed to you.”
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| Ja: “What’s your problem? You think I’ve had it easy?”
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| I: “No, no-- I bet attending those royal banquets is-- really
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| tough. Ah, great! My money pouch is gone!”
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| Ja: “Maybe I’ll see you back at the academy.”
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| Strife: “Hmm.”
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| Kora: “Leonidas! That better not be my new Thessalian
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| platters.”
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| Leonidas [Leo]: “Sorry.”
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| Kora: “Oh-- how hard can it be to carry dishes?”
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| I: “Hmm-- you’re not much-- but you’re all I got.”
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| [ACT II]
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| Fid: “Well, Iolaus-- I didn’t expect to see you today. What’s
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| your excuse this time?”
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| I: “Uh, there’s no excuse. I’ve come to pay my academy fees.”
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| Ja’s Voice [?]: “What’d he say?”
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| Tarsus [Tar]: “Cheiron!”
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| Cheiron: “Constable Tarsus.”
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| Tar: “This-- is official business, Cheiron. Two of your cadets
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| were seen leaving Kora’s inn last night-- about the time it was
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| robbed.”
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| Cheiron: “We have nothing to hide. Truth is our greatest
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| weapon.”
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| Ja: “Iolaus and I were the last ones to leave the inn. I’m
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| Jason of Corinth.”
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| Tar: “The young prince-- I-I’ve heard about you. Well then-- if
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| you and your friend left the inn together-- then someone else
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| must be the thief.”
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| I’s Voice: “Uh-- ”
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| I: “W-w-well-- I went back to the inn, to get my money pouch.
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| I, uh-- I dropped it at our table.”
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| Tar: “And helped yourself to some coins to put in it!”
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| I: “Oh-- no, no-- I saw the money on the counter-- but I didn’t
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| take it. I don’t have any money.”
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| Fid: “You had enough to pay your fees.”
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| I: “I borrowed that money from Nysus.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Wh-wh-- from me? I-- Iolaus-- you know I don’t
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| have that kind of money.”
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| I: “Nysus, come on-- this is no time to joke around. I’m on
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| probation here! They’ll bury me!”
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| Strife-as-NG: “I’d love to help you out, but-- I don’t know what
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| to say.”
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| Tar: “There’s one way to find out who’s telling the truth.
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| Search their rooms!”
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| Tar: “Is this your pouch?!”
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| I: “Well, yeah, it’s mine-- but it was empty when I put it in
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| there.”
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| Tar: “Take him away!”
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| I: “What? Chei-Cheiron!”
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| Cheiron: “Be patient. Let justice run its course.”
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| I: “Look-- Hercules!”
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| H: “Iolaus!”
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| Cheiron: “Wait.”
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| H: “Cheiron-- listen, I’ve known Iolaus my whole life. He’s a
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| lot of things, but a liar he’s not.”
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| Cheiron: “Then both of you must work to find the truth.”
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| Strife-as-NG: [Giggles]
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| Man’s Voice: “Lights out, cadets!”
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| Ja’s Voice: “Shh-- quiet, Hercules. You’ll wake everybody up.
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| Did you put the money back?”
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| H: “Yeah. Thanks for the loan, Jason. I hid it at Kora’s and
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| when she finds it, she’ll just think that she misplaced it.”
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| Ja: “Right, right-- they can’t convict Iolaus if no money’s
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| missing.”
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| H: “Yeah.”
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| Strife [Dressed as NG]: “Too, too clever. He’s got a mind like
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| his dear old dad. He wouldn’t hide it in an obvious place-- oh,
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| no! All right, ya little half-god-- where didja [sic] hide it?
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| I’m losing my patience!”
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| H: “The money’s not here, Nysus.”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Ohhh.”
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| H: “Why’d you frame Iolaus? Why did you send me to the Phoenix
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| Cave to get the chalice?! Jason’ll be here any minute with the
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| constable, so you better confess now!”
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| Strife-as-NG: “Confess? [Laughing] Boring! Life should have a
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| little-- mystery, don’t you think? Uh-uh-uh-- don’t touch.”
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| H: “Who are you? You’re a god, aren’t you?”
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| Strife [Dressed as NG]: “Ah, well-- that’s the story of my
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| life-- aah-- nobody knows me. But Zeus’s big bouncing baby boy
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| is gonna put me in the big leagues. I destroy Hercules-- and
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| everybody’ll know the name of-- ”
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| Strife [Morphing into usual appearance: “Strife!”
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| [Fight]
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| Strife: “Oh, you’re gettin’ higher-- OK. How’s the weather up
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| there?! OKay-ay. Whoo-hoo! Oh, extreme. How ‘bout we set a
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| few ground rules? First one to touch the ground-- loses. Can’t
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| say I’m not fair.” [Laughs]
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| I: “Come on! That all you got?! Ya fight worse than you dress.
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| If you wanna be a real god, you have to do better than that.”
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| Strife: “Hee-hee! Whoo!”
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| Ja: “Tarsus!”
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| H: “Strife? Uh! Ow!”
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| Strife: “That’s too bad, Hercules. You know, you really
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| shouldn’t mess with _real_ gods. [Sing-songy] Somebody might
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| get hur-urt.”
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| I: “Hercules! Relative of yours?”
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| H: “Yeah-- I think so. Listen, um-- I’m sorry about getting you
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| guys in-- ta all this mess.”
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| I: “Mess? What mess?”
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| Ja: “We don’t mind being chased by giant birds. We just wanna
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| know why.”
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| H: “OK. It’s a deal.”
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| Kora: “What’s going on?! Hey! Who’s gonna pay for this?!”
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| Ja: “Well-- _we_ didn’t make the mess.”
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| I: “But-- if ya need a hand-- ”
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| Ja: “-- I’d be happy to help ya.”
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| I: “Oh-- well, I can probably do it, Jas. It’s OK. I don’t
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| mind.”
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| Ja [Interrupting: “I-- I just offered.”
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| I: “Yeah-- I know. I know, but-- you know, you probably got
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| things to do.”
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| Ja: “No, I don’t. I offered first.”
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| I: “No, really, I don’t mind.”
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| Ja: “I could probably help carry the heavy things. I offered
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| first.”
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| I: “Oh, really?”
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| Ja: “Did you hear me?”
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| Ja: “Think about it, Hercules. You thumped a god.”
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| H: “Ah-- it wasn’t a very big god.”
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| Ja: “I bet all of Olympus knows about it by morning.”
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| H: “You think so?”
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| Ja: “Yeah-- guarantee it. So what are you gonna do with Hera’s
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| chalice?”
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| H: “Zeus and Hera’s chalice.”
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| Ja: “OK-- Zeus and Hera’s chalice.”
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| H [Sighs]: “I’m takin’ it to my dad.”
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