April 2, 2018 | 0 Comments
Chase: 1973, the year of our Lord. The milk went sour.
Chase: 1973, the year of our Lord. The milk went sour.
Gail: Kids on benders don’t send fucking kidnap notes.
Getty: As so often happens, we must find someone else to sort out the mess.
Chase: Here it’s just a business deal… with threats.
Chase: I sure hope you’re right, because if you’re not, the whirlwind of the Lord will come forth in fury. And it shall fall grievously…
Bertolini: You think I pay my waiters with his paintings, huh? I tell you one thing, Mr. Texas. If I saw him now, I’d kidnap the little…
Chase: OK. So you really don’t have him? Mafioso: Nobody has him.
Chase: Howdy, Marcello. You know, when I was in the CIA, they taught us how to kill a man with a pencil. Just goes in the ear like that,…
Getty: I would like to send a message to the persons — person — responsible for the disappearance of my grandson. I have 14 other…
Chase: Turns out a rich life is just as messed up as a poor life. Just a different kind of messed up.