You're pathological. You know that right?

Red

I endured 13 hours with you on my jet. 12 of which you had your shoes off!

Red

There are no pills for dyslexia.

Red

You and me, it's just business. That's all it's ever going to be.

Liz

Who the hell is this?

Red

You tell me what little you know, or I'll put you in the ground myself.

Red

The smoking gun. Whoo! That sounded dramatic.

Red

It's good to meet you. I've heard nothing but terrible things.

Red

I told you so.

Red

If you're looking for your driver, he's napping in the trunk.

Red

You were there.

Liz

Call my bluff.

Red