Deadshot:
[after showing his marksmen skills]
All right. Now you know what you're buying. Let me tell you the price. First, I want out of here. Second, I want full custody of my daughter. All right? And her mom can have, like, supervised visits. But her stank-ass boyfriend can't come. Darnell can't come.
Rick Flag:
Darnell's out.
Deadshot:
He's out. Third, y'all gonna pay for my daughter's whole education. Best schools. And then I want her to go to college. Like Harvard. Or Yale.
Rick Flag:
So Ivy League.
Deadshot:
Ivy League, yeah. One them big joints, you know?
Rick Flag:
Mmm-hmm.
Deadshot:
And, uh, if she can't cut it and her grades start slipping, I need you to white-people that thing.
Rick Flag:
Mmm-hmm.
Deadshot:
You know how y'all do.
Rick Flag:
Oh, yeah.
Deadshot:
You know, righ? Okay. Now that's my price. But I'm concerned 'cause I don't see nobody writing shit down.
Rick Flag:
[chuckles]
You're in no position to make any demands.
Deadshot:
Oh. I'm sorry. You thought I was talking to you. No, errand boy. I'm talking to your boss.
[to Amanda]
Deadshot:
That's my price, sweetie. You know what it is.
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