Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Season 3

May:
So, you trust Spud?

Hunter:
[tsks] Trust is a strong word, for a psychopath. He's a murderous thief who I once saw bite a man's nose clean off. But, he'll get us through the door. [pause] You'll find this funny. Back at H.Q., we've got a little wager going- on what happened between you and the good doctor. [May reaches for a knuckle-duster] My guess is? You walked away. Not in a huff or anything, just couldn't stand the constant talking, sharing-

May:
It's true, I don't like a lot of talking. [slaps her brass-knuckled fist into her palm] This fight? It's our way to Ward, so if you're gonna do this, you need to win.

Hunter:
You suggesting I can't win?

May:
I'm not saying you can't- but, I know I can.

Hunter:
Spud runs with a type. And, if that type sees some small, Asian woman destroy a wannabe Hydra thug in a bare-knuckle brawl, that type will talk. And word might spread up the ranks.

May:
... I see your point. [drops the knuckle-duster]

Hunter:
[smiles] You're just anxious to bash some heads after being out of the game. [pause] Look, I've rarely lost a fight, when I'm sober- which, I plan on being. And, I can take a punch, so worst case I'll do that 'till the other guy tires out. [May stares at him for a moment]

May:
So... how much do you have riding on this bet that I left Andrew?

Hunter:
A significant sum.

May:
[nods, smiles] Well... you lost it.