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We give up what we want when we want power; believe me. Now, you want to show me you have the heart to be king? Show me you can control it. Wrestle it to the ground, numb it with ice. 

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Prince Jack:  I was worried you wouldn’t make this.
David:  It was you? You saved my life? Why?
Prince Jack:  We’re rid of the poison. My father is gone. It’s my turn to rule and I want to do it well. I need someone good around here. I will try to do right by your example. I swear to you from this moment on…I am your friend.

Kings 1x11 | “The New King” (Part 1)

kingdomofgilboa: “uh oh… i hope there’s no problem with the treasury”

kingdomofgilboa:

“uh oh… i hope there’s no problem with the treasury”

JACK: If I’m going to be king, telling the butterfly story, I need to be a war hero in command of my company. I can’t do that from the sidelines. You believe what they’re saying? That ambush wasn’t my fault.SILAS: I know that.JACK: Then what? I fought for you, commanded. I have the respect of everyone in our army except the one who owes it to me most. Is it my reputation? The — the party prince, is that it? None of it matters. That — it’s not who I am.SILAS: Oh, if only it was. What would I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, who runs through women? But what I have is a son who shows no interest in them. Oh, you thought I didn’t know. I’ve been keeping pictures of our family out of the free press for years. What you do at night with your boys after your show of skirt-chasing is a disgrace. If you were my second son, I wouldn’t care, but for a king, it’s not possible, not possible. We give up what we want when we want power. Believe me. Now you want to show me you have the heart to be king? Show me you can control it. Wrest it to the ground, numb it with ice, but you cannot be what God made you, not if you mean to take my place. Celebrate, Jack. It’s what you’re good at.       — KINGS 1.01 “Goliath” 

JACK: If I’m going to be king, telling the butterfly story, I need to be a war hero in command of my company. I can’t do that from the sidelines. You believe what they’re saying? That ambush wasn’t my fault.
SILAS: I know that.
JACK: Then what? I fought for you, commanded. I have the respect of everyone in our army except the one who owes it to me most. Is it my reputation? The — the party prince, is that it? None of it matters. That — it’s not who I am.
SILAS: Oh, if only it was. What would I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, who runs through women? But what I have is a son who shows no interest in them. Oh, you thought I didn’t know. I’ve been keeping pictures of our family out of the free press for years. What you do at night with your boys after your show of skirt-chasing is a disgrace. If you were my second son, I wouldn’t care, but for a king, it’s not possible, not possible. We give up what we want when we want power. Believe me. Now you want to show me you have the heart to be king? Show me you can control it. Wrest it to the ground, numb it with ice, but you cannot be what God made you, not if you mean to take my place. Celebrate, Jack. It’s what you’re good at.
       — KINGS 1.01 “Goliath” 

JACK: If I’m going to be king, telling the butterfly story, I need to be a war hero in command of my company. I can’t do that from the sidelines. You believe what they’re saying? That ambush wasn’t my fault.SILAS: I know that.JACK: Then what? I fought for you, commanded. I have the respect of everyone in our army except the one who owes it to me most. Is it my reputation? The — the party prince, is that it? None of it matters. That — it’s not who I am.SILAS: Oh, if only it was. What would I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, who runs through women? But what I have is a son who shows no interest in them. Oh, you thought I didn’t know. I’ve been keeping pictures of our family out of the free press for years. What you do at night with your boys after your show of skirt-chasing is a disgrace. If you were my second son, I wouldn’t care, but for a king, it’s not possible, not possible. We give up what we want when we want power. Believe me. Now you want to show me you have the heart to be king? Show me you can control it. Wrest it to the ground, numb it with ice, but you cannot be what God made you, not if you mean to take my place. Celebrate, Jack. It’s what you’re good at.       — KINGS 1.01 “Goliath” 

JACK: If I’m going to be king, telling the butterfly story, I need to be a war hero in command of my company. I can’t do that from the sidelines. You believe what they’re saying? That ambush wasn’t my fault.
SILAS: I know that.
JACK: Then what? I fought for you, commanded. I have the respect of everyone in our army except the one who owes it to me most. Is it my reputation? The — the party prince, is that it? None of it matters. That — it’s not who I am.
SILAS: Oh, if only it was. What would I give for a playboy who couldn’t keep it in his pants, who runs through women? But what I have is a son who shows no interest in them. Oh, you thought I didn’t know. I’ve been keeping pictures of our family out of the free press for years. What you do at night with your boys after your show of skirt-chasing is a disgrace. If you were my second son, I wouldn’t care, but for a king, it’s not possible, not possible. We give up what we want when we want power. Believe me. Now you want to show me you have the heart to be king? Show me you can control it. Wrest it to the ground, numb it with ice, but you cannot be what God made you, not if you mean to take my place. Celebrate, Jack. It’s what you’re good at.
       — KINGS 1.01 “Goliath” 

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