Money is not peace of mind. Money is not happiness. Money is, at its essence, that measure of a man’s choices.
Hypothetically, scale of one to ten, how difficult would it be for someone to disappear?
We are not husband and wife, anymore. We’re just business partners. And our job is to raise those kids.[to Wendy]
Sometimes people make decisions, s*** happens, and we gotta act accordingly.
I’m not paying you to find me more problems. I’m paying you to solve them before I even know they exist.[to Ruth]
You can’t throw a kid into a burning building and watch him come running back out into your arms and pretend that it’s love.[to Wendy]
I’m late for my own felony. See you later.[to Wendy]
You’re waiting for the world to change to fit your pristine belief system, and it’s just never gonna happen.[to Maya]
You sentimentalize property, you can kiss profits goodbye.
We cannot control who we are partners with.[to Jonah]
This is our life now. I can stay here. I can talk about our feelings. Or I can go take care of s*** and make sure that we don’t die, okay?
The only way anyone ever not loses anything. We need large numbers of money and then we need to buy all the people.[Wendy Byrde: How do we not lose?]
