Tom: You told me. You told me you wanted an opening relationship on our fucking wedding night. Shiv: This. Oh. So you've been stewing on that? Tom: Why yes, I have been stewing on it. I'm not a hippy, Shiv. I don't want to stuff a dildo up my, I don't want to do threesomes! Shiv: OK! Tom: On our WEDDING NIGHT? Bang! Shanghaied into an open-borders free-fuck trade deal. Shiv: It was just an idea. Tom: Well, that's, that's a biggie just to throw in at the altar. You know? I do, I do, but I do maybe also demand to gobble the odd side dick. Shiv: Gobble the odd side dick. Tom: I don't think it was cool what you did. I just, you know, I think a lot of the time, if I think about it, I think a lot of the time, I'm really pretty unhappy. Shiv: What are you saying? Tom: I don't know. I love you, I do. I just, uh, I wonder if, I wonder if the sad I'd be without you would be less than the sad I get from being with you.
Logan: Karl's not happy with your level of input. Shiv: Oh. OK. Well, fuck him, right? Logan: I don't need another toothache. Shiv: Well, you OKed me to go in there and kick some ass, and I barely... Logan: I gave you a destination. I can't walk you there, OK? Shiv: OK, but dad, if you give in to Karl, then everyone starts to carve me out. There's a line, dad. Logan: Nothing is a line. Everything, everywhere is always moving. Forever. Get used to it.