April 18, 2020 | 0 Comments
Red: Ilya, Dembe will be there soon. Keep your head down.
Red: Ilya, Dembe will be there soon. Keep your head down.
Red [to Glen]: Glen, it is what it is. You just can’t request “Halfbreed.”
Glen: Eye of the tiger, baby. Eye of the tiger.
Purcell: Sound pollution drowns out God’s music and no one cares.
Dembe: Those were powerful words, Raymond. Raymond: Yes, they were. I wish I could believe them.
Red [to Dembe]: [Glen’s] dug in like a deer tick.
Raymond: What’s going on? Glen: Hammertoe. Raymond: I’m not talking about your feet.
Liz [to Aram]: What I think is that you think too much.
Cooper [to Aram]: Your enthusiasm is duly noted. As is your tardiness.
Liz: Is everything OK? Raymond: I have a sinking feeling it isn’t.