[Hank gawks at Connor as if he’s sprouted a second head.]
Why do I worry about you? The hell kind of question is that, Connor?
[Muttering:] “Replaceable” my fucking ass.
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[Hank gawks at Connor as if he’s sprouted a second head.]
Why do I worry about you? The hell kind of question is that, Connor?
[Muttering:] “Replaceable” my fucking ass.