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| Narrator: “Previously-- on ‘Young Hercules’.”
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| [[[[[[Ares: “If you were any good at being bad, you’d dare what | |
| no god has dared before. Destroy a mortal son of Zeus.” Strife:
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| “You mean Hercules.” Strife-as-NG: “My uncle’s the reason why
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| I’m here. He used to tell me about this place-- ”
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| Strife-as-NG’s Voice: “-- in a cave-- up on the mountain. They
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| got a chalice there-- made by Zeus himself. Wedding present for
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| Hera. But they say he wants it back, now that they don’t see
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| much of each other.” H: “Looks like water.” Ja: “I think we
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| should get outta here.” H: “Why did you send me to the Phoenix
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| Cave to get the chalice?!” H: “I’m sorry about-- gettin’ you
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| guys in-- ta all this mess.” I: “What mess?” Ja: “So what’re
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| you gonna do with Hera’s chalice?” H: “I’m takin’ it to my
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| Dad.”]]]]]]
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| Narrator: “Now, on ‘Young Hercules’.”
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| Hera’s Voice: “What?!”
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| Ares: “Mother, I thought you knew. I-- really had no idea you
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| cared so much about the chalice.”
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| Hera’s Eyes: “I want the perpetrator!”
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| Ares: “Dead? No can do. It was Hercules-- and you know how
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| Zeus feels about little bro. Daddy’s put his protection on him--
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| preventing us gods from killing him.”
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| Hera’s Eyes: “Hercules?”
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| Ares: “What? Am I missing something here?”
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| Hera’s Voice: “Zeus made a promise to me when he made us that
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| chalice. Anyone who takes it from its rightful place-- is
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| condemned to death.”
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| Ares: “Then by Zeus’ own words-- his protection of Hercules is
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| off. Well, well, well. Finally, little brother is on his own,
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| and he is all-- mine. Thank you, Mother. Thank you for the
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| chance to destroy Hercules.” [Laughs]
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| [ACT I]
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| Ares: “Strife?!”
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| Woman: [Screams]
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| Ares: “If you’re gonna make it to Olympian status-- you’re
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| gonna have to stop letting half-gods kick you around.”
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| Strife: “Chill, Unc-- I was just getting warmed up.”
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| Ares: “I saw what you were warming up.”
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| Strife: “Yeah-- is she phat, or what?”
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| Ares: “Fat? What, are you kidding me?”
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| Strife: “No-- Uncle-- not ‘fat’-- ‘phat’. She’s a real
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| Persephone, you know? Fly; Dope; Def. Groovy? Anyway, I was
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| just-- ”
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| Ares: “Did I give you any indication that I care about your
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| life?”
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| Strife: “No.”
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| Ares: “Then don’t share it, please. Question! Where is my
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| mother’s chalice?”
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| Strife: “Hercules has it?”
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| Ares: “And what is Hercules doing with it?”
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| Strife: “Accessorizing his personal space?”
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| Ares [Laughs]: “He’s taking it to Zeus’s temple!”
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| Strife: “That’s not good.”
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| Ares: “We need to get some pain and suffering and misery out of
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| that chalice.”
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| Strife: “Ooh! Twist my arm, Unc.”
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| Ares: “It can _not_ reach the safety of Zeus’s temple, or be put
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| back in Hera’s cave. Tell me, Strife-- have you ever seen Hera
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| angry? I mean-- when laying waste to an entire city wouldn’t
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| _begin_ to satisfy her fury?”
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| Strife: “Yeah-- only in my dereams, Unc.”
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| Ares: “She starts to glow-- as if there was a cold fire burning
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| inside her.”
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| Strife: “Yeah?”
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| Ares: “The winds rise. The Earth trembles. Animals run in
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| fear.”
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| Strife: “Ooh. Yeah?”
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| Ares: “And no force in existence-- not even almighty Zeus!--
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| dare cross her path!”
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| Strife: “Ohhhhh-- yes-- yes.”
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| Ares: “Well, Strife-- there is a truly-- sublime level of
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| suffering-- waiting for whoever has the chalice when my mother
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| finds it.”
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| Strife: “Well, I have some nasty ideas, Unc.”
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| Ares: “Strife?”
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| Strife: “Yes, Uncle?”
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| Ares: “Try to be subtle.”
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| Ja: “So, what’re you gonna say to Zeus when you meet him?”
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| I: “Ye-ah-- ‘Thrown any good thunderbolts, lately?’”
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| Ja: “‘Nice robe. Who’s your tailor?’”
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| H: “I don’t know. I mean-- what do you talk to dads about?”
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| Ja: “Ask him how his day was? See if you can borrow the reins
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| to the chariot.”
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| I: “Yeah-- why he’s never been there for you.”
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| Ja: “Hey, Hercules-- why don’t you tell him how tough your
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| buddies are, huh?”
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| I: “Yeah, like when we nailed Strife at Kora’s.”
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| Ja: “Uh, Herc-- nailed Strife at Kora’s.”
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| I: “That is a minor technicality. If I’d had a shot at him-- he
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| would have gone down. Ooh! Hey-- guys-- you know what I’m
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| thinking?”
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| Ja and I: “Melonball! Yeah!”
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| H [Interrupting]: “No, no, no, no. We gotta get the chalice to
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| the temple, right?”
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| I: “Oh, what? You can’t handle us?”
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| Ja: “Aw-- I thought you were mighty Hercules-- conqueror-- of
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| the gods! Gods! Gods! Gods!”
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| H: “OK. All right. I guess if we get the chalice to Zeus’
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| temple this week, I have time to, uh-- teach you two a lesson.”
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| I: “Come on, Hercules.”
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| Ja: “Come on, you big mouth.”
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| I: “Ooh! Ooh! Ooooh!”
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| Ja: “Go inside! Go inside! Go inside! I said inside!”
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| H: “You went to a lot of trouble to prove you can’t play, huh?”
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| Ja: “I told you to go inside.”
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| I: “Ah-- I thought you mean the other inside.”
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| H: “Well-- maybe next time you won’t mess with the, uh-- mighty
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| Hercules, huh?”
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| I: “Hmm-- it’s a good melon.”
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| H’s Voice: “Strife.”
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| H: “What do you want, huh? Another whipping?”
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| Strife: “Oh, no. I couldn’t fight you, Hercules. You’re way
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| too strong. [Chuckles] How about the, uh-- little blond one?”
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| I: “Hey-- who’s little?!”
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| H: “Whoa, Iolaus. He’s after something again.”
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| Strife: “No, no, no, no-- more like I already got it.”
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| H: “The chalice.”
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| Strife: “Ha-ha. Now you see it-- now you-- don’t.”
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| H: “What did you do with it?!”
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| Strife: “Oh, like I’m just gonna tell you! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
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| Ja: “That’s all right. We’ll find it ourselves.”
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| Strife: “Better move fast. Hera knows it’s missing and, uh-- I
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| wouldn’t wanna be around when she goes looking for it.”
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| I: “Where?!”
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| Strife: “In a good home-- nice family.”
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| H: “I promise you, Strife-- you put one innocent person in
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| danger-- !”
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| Strife: “You know, I wouldn’t have thought of Alcmene as bein’
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| all that innocent.”
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| H: “Mother?”
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| Strife [Laugs]: “‘Mother.’ [Laughs] Subtle enough for ya,
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| Unc?”
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| Ares-in-Disguise’s Voice: “Whoa! My arm!”
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| Alcmene [Alc]: “Are you all right?”
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| Ares-in-Disguise’s Voice: “I think so.”
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| Alc: “Get back, Bear. Stay. Here-- let me help you.”
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| Ares-in-Disguise: “Ooh! No. No, I’ll be fine. My horse threw
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| me and ran off.”
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| Alc: “Bear is usually not so calm around strangers. You must
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| have a way with dogs.”
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| Ares-in-Disguise: “Oh, I do. I do.”
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| [ACT II]
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| Ares-in-Disguise: “You saved my life-- and all I have to give
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| you is this chalice. It’s not much, but I insist.”
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| Alc: “I’m sorry. I couldn’t take your gift. It’s too nice.”
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| Ares-in-Disguise: “Oh, please? You don’t know how happy it
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| would make me for you to have it.”
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| Alc: “But we hardly know each other.”
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| Ares-in-Disguise: “The kindness you’ve shown a stranger tells me
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| all I need to know about your heart.”
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| Alc: “Oh, um-- I’ll have to think about it.”
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| H’s Voice: “Mother!”
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| Alc: “Hercules? What are you doing here?”
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| I: “There’s big danger! Big danger! We-- ooh-- lemonade.
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| Thanks.”
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| Ja: “Strife must have lied-- again.”
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| Alc: “But who lied? What’s going on?”
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| H: “Well, we-- I took something from Hera to give to Zeus. And
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| I know that I shouldn’t have.”
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| Alc: “You took something of Hera’s?”
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| H: “Yes. But, see, Strife took it from me, and he said that he
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| left it here with you.”
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| Alc: Was if ruby red? Glittery?”
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| Ares: “Looking for this?”
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| H: “Ares.”
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| Alc: “Ares?”
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| I and Ja: “Ares?”
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| I: “He’s shorter than I thought.”
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| Ja: “Isn’t he, though?”
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| Ares: “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, baby brother?”
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| Alc: “How dare you come into my house pretending to-- ”
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| H: “Mother!”
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| Ares: “Ah-- ah-- don’t get me too excited, I might-- well-- who
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| knows what I might do?”
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| H: “What do you want?! If you’re here for the chalice, just
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| take it and leave us alone!”
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| Ares: “What I want-- is to see you suffer. When you grabbed
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| Hera’s chalice, you lost Daddy’s protection, and now, I can
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| destroy you. And I want your mother to watch.”
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| Alc: “Stay-- away from my son!”
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| H: “Mother!”
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| Ares: “Well-- Hercules? Your mother has spunk. I hate spunk.
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| Yah!”
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| H: “Listen. Get the chalice back to the cave.”
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| I: “We’re gone!”
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| Ares: “You know? I don’t really care about the chalice. That’s
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| really Hera’s thing.”
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| H: “Mother, come on! In the house!”
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| Ares [Laughs]: You can’t hide from me, little brother! Oh,
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| cool-- lemonade.”
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| Strife: “Let me. Mama’s first!”
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| Ares: “Young gods-- always in such a rush. There’s an art-- to
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| torturing mortals. Let Hercules think he’s safe. It’ll make the
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| end so much sweeter. Ah, the terror of the hunted.”
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| Alc: “Ares isn’t after me. He’s after you. Get yourself to
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| safety.”
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| H: “I’m not leaving you here alone.”
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| Alc: “If the gods had wanted to hurt me, they would have done it
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| long ago. But if what Ares says is true-- your father can no
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| longer protect you from them.”
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| H: “My father. My father. You know, I’m really sick of my
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| father and his protection. You’re the one who knows him. Why
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| isn’t he protecting you?”
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| Ares: “Knock, knock-- anybody home?”
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| H: “I messed up big, this time. Listen, Mom, I’m sorry. Goin’
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| after the chalice to impress Zeus was exactly what you told me
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| not to do.”
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| Alc: “It doesn’t matter, Son. But you need to run. You can’t
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| defeat the god of war.”
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| H: “Run?! Mother-- where am I gonna run?!”
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| Alc: “Hercules.”
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| H: “Mother-- I love you-- but I will not run anymore.”
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| Ja’s Voice: “We put back the chalice-- ”
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| I’s Voice: “-- and Zeus’s protection order kicks back in for
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| Hercules.”
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| I: “It’s dead, right? The Phoenix. It’s not coming back.”
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| Ja: “What do you think? It’s gonna rise up out of the ashes and
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| come back to life?”
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| I: “Hey, maybe there’s some treasure in there we missed before.”
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| Ja: “We’re here to return this thing, Iolaus-- not exchange it.”
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| I: “I know.”
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| Ja: “And maybe save Hercules’ life.”
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| H: “All right, Ares. Let’s end this-- right now!”
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| Ares: “Ooh! See, Strife-- it’s just like I told you. It’s so
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| much more satisfying when the victim begs for it.”
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| [Fight]
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| Ares: “Everything was just fine till you came along!”
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| Strife: “Word! Yeah! Give it to him, Uncle Ares! Hee-hee-hee!
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| Ooh, lemonade”
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| I: “Wow, that was easy.”
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| Ja: “Yeah, too easy.”
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| I: “What is it with you, Jason?! Why can’t anything just be
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| easy?”
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| Ja: “That’s why.”
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| I: “Whoa.”
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| Ja: “Uh-- ”
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| Ares: “I was the favorite!”
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| Strife: “Ooh.”
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| Ares: “Number one. Me. Ares. Son of Zeus. God of war.”
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| Strife: “God of war!”
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| H: “Well-- must be so rough for you.”
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| Strife: “Hey! Travelling, ref! Travelling!”
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| Ares: “Supplanted by a half-mortal. I could have destroyed you
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| long ago, if not for Zeus’s special protection! Huh? Huh? Huh?
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| Huh?” [Laughs]
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| Ja: “You protect the chalice.”
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| I: “Protect the chalice? What about me?”
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| Ja: “How’s it going, boys. Good. Good. Afraid I-- can’t let
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| you have that.”
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| I: “Whoa. Uh-- Jas? Jas!”
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| Ja: “Here, here. Go, go, go, go, go, go! Inside, Iolaus!”
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| Strife’s Voice: “Ares couldn’t do this sooner ‘cause Zeus swore
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| he’d smash any god who put the hurt on you! But you blew that
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| when you stole the chalice.”
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| Strife [Laughs]: “You’re mine, now. [Laughs] I mean, he’s
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| yours now, Uncle Ares.”
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| Ares: “Nothing can save you now.”
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| Strife: “Ha-ha-ha!”
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| I: “Whoa!”
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| Ares: “Nooooooooooooo! Noooooo! Why protect him again,
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| Father?! I was so close! What about me?! I have needs! This
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| isn’t over, Brother. I’ll be back.”
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| H: “Yeah? I’m countin’ on it. Jason and Iolaus must have
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| gotten the chalice back to the cave in time.”
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| Alc: “Be thankful for such good friends.”
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| H: “I am. Mom?”
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| Alc: “Yeah?”
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| H: “You got any of that lemonade left?”
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| I: “You think Cheiron would have accepted my excuse about-- the
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| god of war vaporizing my homework.”
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| Ja: “For Cheiron, there are no excuses.”
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| I: “Yeah, but two weeks of kitchen duty? That’s kind of
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| extreme.”
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| H: “Uh, listen, guys. Um-- I just wanna-- say that--- I-I-- I
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| really appreciate what you guys did for me-- you know? And. uh--
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| well-- if you ever need me for anything-- you know what I’m
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| tryin’ to say.”
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| Ja and I: “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
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| H: “Thanks.”
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| Ja: “Hey, listen. When you’re done feedin’ your face? Move
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| that to the left. The other-- left.”
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| I: “Oh. Oh! I’m sorry, Man. Oh! Oh-oh-oh you!”
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| Boys’ Voices: “Come on!” “Come on!”
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