Thor: Ragnarok2017

Grandmaster:
Time works real different around these parts. On any other world, I'd be, like, millions of years old, but here on Sakaar. ...In any case, you know this, ah, this, ah... you call yourself the "Lord of Thunder"?

Thor:
God of Thunder. [whispering to Loki] Tell him.

Loki:
... I've never met this man in my life.

Thor:
He's my brother!

Loki:
Adopted.

Grandmaster:
Is he any kind of a fighter?

Thor:
Heh...heh. You take this thing outta my neck and I'll show ya!

Grandmaster:
[absolutely gleefully] Now, listen to that, he's threat-threatening me! Hey, Sparkles! Here's the deal: You want to get back to Ass-place, Ass-berg...

Thor:
As–GARD!

Grandmaster:
... Any contender who defeats my champion... their freedom they shall win.

Thor:
[lets loose a "so-done-with-this-crap" eye roll] FINE! Then point me in the direction of whoever's ass I have to kick!

Grandmaster:
That's what I call...a contender! That direction would be, would be this way, Lord.

[Grandmaster waves his fingers and Thor's chair starts to move]

Thor:
[yelps] Loki!