Marshmallows are for team players, Dylan. They don't just hand them out.
S1 E15Unfinished Business
She's a fucking mole!
Did everyone sever their balls in the elevator this morning?
Hey, do you want me to, like, describe what happened? Like, I feel like you have every right to know.
No, no, no. I don't want her memory.
Okay.
I want my own.
Well, as a matter of fact, I was guided to Lumon's door by Jesus.
Jesus Christ?
That's the one!
So this is "tightening the leash"? Our most vital refiner missing in the wind on what was to be Lumon's finest day. This is your fault.
I have followed protocol, Mr. Drummond, but I thank you for your remonstration.
A needlessly complex word for a simple idea. Apologize for the word.
Sir...
Apologize for the word.
I apologize.
Shorter.
I'm sorry.
Again.
Mr. Drummond...
Again.
[pause] Devour feculence. It means "eat shit", Mr. Drummond.
What did you just say to me?
I am manager of the Severed floor, which means two things: First, I am owed a measure of respect - even by my superiors. Second, and more obvious, that said floor comprises the whole of my jurisdiction. To put that monosyllabically: It's not my fault what Mark Scout does when he is not at work - it's yours.
Mark S., in completing your 25th Macrodata file, you have drawn my grand agendum nearer to fulfilment, thus making you one of the most important people in history. Revel now in the fruit of your labors, and hail your earthbound steward, your very own... floor manager!
[enters the spotlight] Thank you, Kier. And may I say, you're looking very handsome, sir.
Thank you. I'd say the same of you, if not for my favorite core principle.
Probity?
No. Vision.
Well, it's truly special to host a man so illustrious, so sapient, so magnanimous.
My, you're verbose. Good thing you didn't write the first appendix. It would've burst.
It's an honor to receive your barbs, Mr. Eagen. The legacy you've left behind is truly and irrefutably larger than life.
You mean my company?
No. I mean this wax statue that's five inches taller than you actually were.
Thank you for that feedback... Seth.
Thank you, Kier.
Fuck you, Mr. Milchick.
Choreography and Merriment, return to your department now!
[blows whistle] Fall back to C&M. Our performance has been compromised.
No, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait. This desk used to have four seats. Our friend Irving is gone, and they want our whole department gone. [pointing at Milchick] If he gets out, we're dead. They're gonna turn us off like fucking machines! You've seen them do it. I know you've lost friends too. And you could be next. You could be next.
They give us half a life and think we won't fight for it. Right, Milchick? [turning back to the C&M members] Please, help us. Please. Help us!
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