Those are some pretty hot ladies. Depends on which guys get jealous, eh?

[Marco frowns. He did tell the marines that, so did Pops. They sent the message via kicks to marine skulls. But so far as Marco's concerned, if they can't understand that, they aren't worth bothering with. Because unlike Ace, Marco really and truly doesn't care about people like that. To him they could very well be ants. Someone too dumb to understand that blood didn't mean anything, that people could choose family, that adoption was just as good; maybe better, Marco didn't care what they thought about anything. It made them ants to him. And if an ant feebly called you names, would it bother you? So when Marco breaks the silence, it's quietly intense, a rolling fury wrapped in cool deadpan.]

You have one father Ace. You made that clear to the whole fucking world when you said the Era was his. You know where your grave is? Right next to his. So that no one can ever look at one of you and not see the other.

[Gets up give Ace some space under the pretense of grabbing something.] Don't forget that on me now kiddo.