Succession
Sundays 9:00 PM on HBOSuccession Season 2 Episode 9: "DC" Quotes
Greg: Yeah. So, I think I just, uh, turned down a quarter of a billion dollars.
Tom: Uh huh.
Greg: Yeah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna make a drink. Uh, I think, I think I'm gonna, ca, ca, I can drink these drinks, right? These are drinks for people?
Connor: It looks like there might be a slight uptick in ticket sales.
Greg: Cuz Logan promised he'd look after me. So.
Connor: A quarter of a billion?
Greg: Mm hmm.
Connor: Instead you're trusting dad?
Greg: What? No, I mean, my grandpa changes his mind a lot, so it's not final, and plus, um, he's so sturdy. Like who knows how long I might have to wait. I'm good, anyway, cuz, uh, my, so, I was just talkin' to my mom, and she said, apparently, he'll leave me five million anyway, so I'm golden, baby.
Connor: You can't do anything with five, Greg. Five's a nightmare.
Greg: Is it?
Connor: Oh, yeah. Can't retire. Not worth it to work. Oh, yes, five will drive you un poco loco, my fine feathered friend.
Tom: The poorest rich person in America. The world's tallest dwarf.
Connor: The weakest strong man at the circus.
Mr. Fuck is going to Washington.
Shiv
Logan: I need you to chase down the Sovereign Wealth money.
Roman: OK. Uh, I mean, right. Uh, that's a [snickers], it's a cool idea, but it's kind of a stretch, you know?
Logan: That Central Asian money? That's no strings, fuckable dry powder. Time out from the responsibilities of being a public company. That's a fuckin' lifeline. Can you do it?
Roman: Can I do it?
Logan: Uh huh.
Roman: [laughs] Um, fuck, dad, I want to say yes, but I'll be honest, if it's like really important... I mean, I can say I can do it, like, you know, a fireman in a movie, but honestly, I
Logan: You act the fuck knuckle, but you know, people like you.
Roman: It's a really big, fucking deal to set up.
Logan: Eh, anyone can do a deal. It's getting the right number from the right suit. Getting your dick in there is easy. Getting them into bed. That's hard.
Roman: For some.
Logan: You can do it.
Roman: Then, uh, yeah. Sure dad, I got it.
Worried that I agreed to be CEO of a dumpster fire pirate death ship.
Rhea
Oh, Gerri. If we're gonna kill Bill, I don't want to see Bill.
Tom
Gil: Lester's nickname was Mo. Mo Lester. Molester. That never came up?
Tom: Senator, ha ha, I guess maybe he was a little creepy seeming, perhaps.
Gil: Well, you were right there.
Tom: But just because he was called molester didn't mean. Mmm. It was just a, just an off-color joke. You know?
Gil: That was one hundred percent based on truth. But of all the many, many people that called this molester Mo Lester, not one of them had the slightest idea that he actually was a molester. You can see how that stretches our credulity.
Tom: Yes, Senator, I can see that. He just seemed a bit [pause] like one. Maybe. But we didn't know anything!
Roman: Oh, fuck. Ohhh. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn't business, is it?
Karl: No, it is not very businessy.
Roman: Shit.
Eduard: Don't worry. This is all normal.
Karl: Really?
Roman: Yeah, great, cause this feels super fucking normal, man. Is this, are these terrorists? And where's my fuckin' security guy? Where's Dave?
Eduard: It, it's just a, an administrative action function.
Roman: Uh, yeah, just great, and what exactly is a, oh hey, look at that. Guy not being allowed to leave the hotel. At gunpoint. That's an administrative action function. This is gr, what, what is that?
Eduard: There's just like a, um, gathering here now of us and some, some, some other investors and so on, and
Roman: With guns.
Eduard: Yeah, their guys are some kind of, um, anti-corruption kind of guys, and they're like, it's their conference or, uh, party, and we're all invited.
Roman: Uh, well, that's uh, nice, but what if we, what if we don't wanna go. Is that cool? [screams ring out]
Karl: OK.
Eduard: It's the kind of party where you have to go.
Gil: Do you know what is special about the hours between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. on the night of March 12?
Tom: Uh, no sir.
Gil: That was the only two-hour period in which you did NOT send an email to Mr. Hirsch with the title You Can't Make a Tomlet Without Breaking Some Gregs. You send the same email to him 67 times in one evening.
Tom: I guess it was a joke [snickers nervously].
Gil: Right. I wonder. Do the phrases human furniture or footstooling mean anything to you?
Tom: Not that I'm conscious of, no.
Gil: Have you ever used another human being as a footstool, Mr. Wambsgams?
Tom: Uh, I, Senator, I use a variety of target-oriented incentives to enhance optimal performance. [the crowd breaks out in whispers]
What is it like to be married to a man with two assholes?
Hugo
Wanna hear what I think? I think we say the truth. [pause] That the senior cadre here and the family knew nothing of this. So we throw Mo overboard. Mo, bad apple. Jim Weasel, bad apple. Spies a book deal, sort of OJ, backed by Sandy and Stewy, all corporate fucker. No real concern. And in terms of historic shit? I'm afraid we give up Bill because he should have let us know what he discovered rather than clean up without telling us the details. I don't think there's gonna be paper that shows anything beyond Bill.
Gerri
