Julius Play Counterpart: My god, look at yourself. Julius: Go away. You don’t exist. Julius Play Counterpart: You damn right. A conservative with principles. There don’t seem to be any of those around here. Julius: Well, it’s very easy for you to stay true to your principles. You don’t live in the real world. Julius Play Counterpart: Go ahead. Make excuses for what you’ve become. Julius: What’s that? Julius Play Counterpart: A bad judge. Someone slides a piece of paper with Memo 618 across your desk and you fold like origami.
Chauffeur: You need something? Lucca: No, it’s just hard to get used to this: the limo, driving me up to a private jet. Chauffeur: Do it enough times, you get used to it. Lucca: What are enough times? Chauffeur: Five.
