Succession
Sundays 9:00 PM on HBOSuccession Season 2 Quotes
What a shitshow. What a fucking shitshow.
Logan
Tom: That was, that was all fucking me. They hit me from every fucking side.
Hugo. It's OK. Tom, you did good.
Tom: I didn't get enough resources spent on me. OK? What the fuck is going on?! I'm getting, I was fucked from every direction. Are you fucking me, Shiv?
Shiv: Tom.
Tom: I'm the patsy! I'm the meat in the sandwich. Gerri is the bulletproof Monk, Kendall and Logan are in reserve. I'm the meat in the fucking sandwich!
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?
Aide: Is he OK?
Gerri: Low blood sugar.
Hugo: Could you, uh, give him a chocolate suppository? Just, uh, stick a Snickers bar up there?
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: 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!
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].
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: 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]
Shiv: What is it that you are trying to get? Because money? Money you can have. That's easy. Book deal. Interview appearances. We will give you millions of dollars, and I will destroy the men who ran that dirty operation. I will kill them for what they've done, and I want you to help me. We will be the best, cleanest operation in the world because of you if you help me do this. Would you help me?
Kira: Well, it sounds, uh, can I trust you?
Shiv: No. Actually, no. Kira, you're in a shitstorm of conflicting interests here. You can't trust anyone. You just have to be smart. So listen to everyone, and make an assessment, cause frankly, I want what's best for me. But the other people, the folks who want you to get up there tomorrow and get pulled apart? They want what's best for them. You need to think about what's best for you, huh?
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.
