You can’t really say you’re playing unless you’re willing to put your highest-value pieces on the board.
Worship is a volume business. Whosoever has the most followers wins the game.
When the game is over, the king and the pawn go back into the same box.
Welcome to the end of the game.[to William]
This game is rigged, man. We like the little bitches on a chessboard.[to McNulty]
There’s no money anywhere near rap. Now, I know it look fun and games on The Shade Room, but nigg** die. People are forgotten. S*** is real.
There are no f***ing rules. F***ing game is rigged.
One thing’s for sure, someone likes playing games, and it’s just the beginning.
Okay. Listen, this is just going to be a friendly game, right? We’re all on the same team here. The Dunder Mifflin team. Of course, if you beat us, you’re fired.
Look, the man gave the word, so we either step up or we step the f*** off. That’s the game, yo. That’s the f***ing game.
Life is a game, where the player must appear ridiculous.
Knowing the game is rigged isn’t worth s*** if you’re still willing to sit at the table and play with those bastards.
