March 25, 2022 | 0 Comments
Cassandra: I do love you, Raymond. But I think I love to hate you more. Red: My dear, you may have just written my epitath.
Cassandra: I do love you, Raymond. But I think I love to hate you more. Red: My dear, you may have just written my epitath.
Cassandra [to Red]: Look at you, rising above. I find that annoying winsome.
Weecha: And what business is that? Cassandra: I take things that aren’t mine.
Red: Mierce is able to read me. Are you able to read her? Weecha: I don’t. Red: Don’t or can’t?
Chairman: Abazi did talk. Park: Sang like a bird. And the melody was all about you.
Harold: You want me to lie through my teeth at a press conference? Red: I want you to apply situational ethics, which I find to be…
Harold: Elizabeth would have wanted us to do this. She would want us to know who’s responsible for her death. Ressler: You want to know…
Red: Why do we do that — talk to the dead? They’re gone. Why do we talk to them? Harold: But they’re not gone. As long as we’re here,…
Felicia’s daughter: But if he goes, will he ever come back? Aram: Of course not. It’s magic.
Chairman: It’s the classic love story: Boy meets girl, girl betrays boy, boy has psychopath dismember girl. It’s so cliche it’s almost…