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“I don't have to beat you. I don't have to beat you, motherfucker. I just have to keep you here... until Jean shows up.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“You've got that motherly concern in your eyes, Jean. I must look like I'm hammered as shit," said Locke.

"Actually you look like you were executed last week.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting a hatchet in my skull."

"Hardly efficacious." Jean swapped a full bucket for an empty one and gave Locke a friendly pat on the back. "Dulling my nice sharp blades on a skull as thick as yours...”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“Jassaline's little potion seems to have brought up every meal I've had in the past five years." said Locke.
"Nothing left to spit up but my naked soul. Make sure it isn't floating around in one of those before you toss them, right?"

"I think I see it," Jean said. "Nasty, crooked little thing it is too; you're better off with it floating out to sea.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“Oh gods, Jean. Take a false name wherever we end up. Tavrin Callas is good. Let the bastard pop up all over the place.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“I’m done losing. Do you fucking hear me? I am done losing. Spare me your precious self-pity, because this isn’t a stage and I didn’t pay two coppers to cry my eyes out over anyone’s death speech. You don’t fucking get one, understand? I don’t care if you cough up buckets of blood. Buckets I can carry.”
― Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves

“If the whole things goes to shit, just remember to throw yourself down the damn waterfall."

"I'll cover your back, the sharp and bloody way.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“Ibelius," said Jean. "If what Locke is doing were lurking about, corpses could be acrobats.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“Locke moaned.

'Quit sobbing, you damn baby,' Jean hissed as he began to lope back along the dock. 'You must have at least a half beer glass of blood left somewhere in there.'

But Locke was now well and truly unconscious...”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“That sounds dangerous,'said Jean.
'For anyone else, maybe.For Gentlemen Bastards,we,it;s just what we do.'
'We?'
'We.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora