God, you really care about them, don’t you?[Diana Taverner]Nah. I think they’re a bunch of f***ing losers. But they’re my losers.[Jackson Lamb]
France is big.[Marcus Longridge]Good work, Watson. Someone put a gold star on his chart.[Jackson Lamb]
Do I look like an idiot?[Emma Flyte]You know, talking about your looks could get me into all sorts of trouble.[Jackson Lamb]
Did you find anything?[Jackson Lamb]I don’t know what I’m looking for.[River Cartwright]The remnants of a once-promising career.[Jackson Lamb]
At least my lot f*** up on an epic scale. They’re not just run-of-the-mill f***ups like yours.
All right, make this quick. I’ve got underlings to bully. I’m busy.[to Ingrid]
