JANE: Good gravy... Even my former BFFsie's home has become a pit of vipers.
JANE: Oh, Jake. Are you the only loyal one left? :'B
DIRK: This is just delicious.
DIRK: Your sorry ass is serving my ailing soul three michelin stars' worth of irony right now, English.
DIRK: I'm slurping this shit up like it's a piping hot bowl of udon.
JAKE: Look here, janey...
JAKE: Things might seem a bit maudlin right now but im sure theres some explanation for all the chicanery afoot!
JAKE: Wouldnt it be good to drop them a wire, pull a few strings and set up a good old chinwag, so we can all hash it out like a cosy cabal of bosom pals???
JANE: Jake, you're sweet. Foolish, empty-headed, deluded by hope, a slave to your instincts... but sweet.
JANE: Now is not the time for sweet.
DIRK: Said the former baking empress.
JAKE: Jeepers janey, the way you make it sound. You couldnt possibly mean...?
JANE: Oh, but I do.
JANE: It's time I gave the rebellion their just deserts.
JAKE: B.. but i thought you said that now wasnt the time for sw-
JANE: It's an expression, Jake.
JANE: Here's another:
JANE: "An eye for an eye."
JANE: Once we have rescued our son from their clutches, I'm going to take something of my own; something as valuable to the rebellion as Tavvy is to me.
JANE: Two can play at the hostage game. That loathsome daughter of theirs should fit the bill nicely.
JANE: Then those naughty rebels will cease this unruly tantrum, and do what they are told.