— Let's settle up.
— Sure. I would like to be allowed to design my own medal.
— Not so fast. The Eternals went ahead and had your disciplinary hearing without you.
— While we were saving the world?
— Nick, as a new recruit, you've been let off with a warning.
— Reasonable.
— Roy, as punishment...
— "Punishment"?
— Yes. Fifty-three more years have been added to your term.
— Fifty-three years? That's a lot. This is honky-tonk bullshit. You just like having me around, don't you, Mildred?