We got somewhere. Us. We’ve got somewhere. Yeah? Let’s talk about it. I don’t even care what happens, but let’s not just give it to the f***ing keystone f***s because we didn’t talk.[to Shiv and Roman]
To drop some bombs, you get burnt too.[to Marcia]
There’s this fancy new business theory. It’s called, “Make more than you spend and you’re King c**t.”
There’s no point joining the party unless you get your little dacha.[to Greg]
The dinosaur is having one last roar at the meteor before it wipes him out.[about Logan]
So glad I didn’t drop out. It just makes an election so much more interesting when you’re in it.
Scottish kicky-ball? It looks like two eunuchs trying to f*** a letterbox.
Romulus. When you laugh, please do it at the same volume as everyone else. We didn’t get you from a hyena farm.
Oh, I’m sure. But just think, once you’re done, you won’t have to waste the twelve seconds it takes to look up something on Wikipedia.[Mark Pierce: Well, the second PhD is much harder. Yeah, five years is an absolute gauntlet.]
Not to be crude about it, but politics is what comes out the a**hole.[to Shiv]
My dad is a bastard, they need to know I’m a bastard, too.[to Gerri]
Love is a strange and peculiar affliction. It’s like a virus. So could you please just stay here for a while, and maybe you’ll catch it.[to Willa]
