Trust
Sundays 10:00 PMTrust Season 1 Episode 9: "White Car in a Snowstorm" Quotes
Gail: All this time, you've known the pain in here and you said nothing?
Chase: I was ashamed.
Gail: Of your son?
Chase: No. Of me.
I washed his hair as a baby. Kissed him when he went to sleep at night. Kissed him in the morning. Tucked his hair behind his ears when he went to school. This is my son's.
Gail
Big Paul: You don't understand. If I sign, then he has got me. I mean, don't you remember the phone calls day and night? The visits, the repayment schedule, the bullying. That slowly, slowly sucks the life out of you until you are in a garage, at a party, stabbing yourself to death in the chest with a barbecue fork. It killed George. It killed him. And I can't do it. It'll kill me.
Gail: It's our son who will be killed!
Big Paul: I can't do it.
Getty: This better be good.
Bullimore: I regret I am unable to say, sir.
Getty: I've about had it with your "regrets," Bullimore. Who the fuck is it?
Bullimore: The president of the United States of America, sir.
Getty: Oh.
Getty: He made no attempt to negotiate at all! The boy has learned nothing.
Penelope: But I have. Finally. I couldn't leave until I knew Little Paul was going to be alright. But now he is. I can say goodbye. Goodbye, Paul. And good luck.
This is the final act. Like at the opera. They decide whether they want it all white, or drenched in blood. One last thing. I want it to snow. It has to snow.
Primo
Gail: No disrespect. But you're kinda strange, Chase.
Chase: I've been called worse.
Gail: But you're the kindest man I've ever met.
