Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Season 5

Fitz:
[Examining Deke] I don't see it. None of you looks like me.

Deke:
Well, I don't know what to tell you, Grandpappy. I guess your daughter found a real man.

Fitz:
Of all people. Why couldn't it be Flint? I liked Flint.

Deke:
Well, that's a lovely sentiment. That's almost as loving as when you had a robot... point a gun to my head.

Fitz:
I didn't want to hurt anybody.

Deke:
It's fine. It's the first move you made that actually made me respect you a little bit. It's my kind of move. And this place, 80 years from now, I'd survived on moves like that. 'Cause it was kill or be killed. I know Johnson's still mad at me about the whole "selling her into slavery" thing, but you got to play the long game, or else the whole world is gonna be a vacancy, right?

Fitz:
Maybe.

Deke:
And you say you don't see the resemblance? Okay. Well, quality time was fun, but I'm late. I don't know if you noticed, but... ever since she's been in charge, Daisy's kind of a hard-ass.

Fitz:
[Gestures toward his cell] I noticed.