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.

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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.

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].