Roman: You don't treat me with sufficient respect, and that's a problem.
Gerri: Uh huh.
Roman: Or maybe I'll fire you, too.
Gerri: Sure. I'm not on the kill list.
Roman: So.
Gerri: So, Matsson will be very angry.
Roman: Fuck Matsson. I don't care.
Gerri: Be serious. You're minding shop. Roman. Oh, no, no, no, no. Roman! You cannot win against the money. The money is going to wash you away. Your dad knew. Tech is coming; we are over. Make your accommodation.
Roman: This is a simple business decision. You are not good at your job. Maybe Dad did know. Maybe I'm firing you for a list of failures I choose not to outline right now but including a failure to close off our liabilities, Vis-à-vis claims against Waystar cruises in a timely manner. That will play nicely. Let's do that.
Gerri: I am good at my job.
Roman: Shall we get started on the paperwork? You want to do it yourself, or do you want me to get somebody a bit sharper? Bye.