Breakout Kings 2x5

Self Help

& Ray: He’s got a nice business going; he clears low six figures a year.
    Lloyd: Whoa, whoa, whoa, six figures? Come on. I’m Harvard-educated, my I.Q.’s the price of a gallon of high-test... why aren’t I making that kind of money?
    Erica: Because... you gambled it all away.

& Lloyd: “If you fail to strive, your self-esteem will be trapped in a rectangle”... that’s spelled W-R-E-C-K-tangle... “And your shame sphere will overflow.” Okay? This is unadulterated hogwash*, hokum*, bunk* and balderdash*. This guy has brain-dead acolytes* filling his visitation log like a phone book. Do you know who’s in mine?.. My mother!

& Ken: It’s great to see you, Ronnie. What are you doing here? I’ve been marking off the calendar boxes; you’re not due for another 146 days.
    Ronnie: What’d I always say about boxes, huh?.. You put yourself in a box, Ken, you get stuck there. But a circle...
    Ken: A circle can roll forever.
    Ronnie: Absolutely.

& Lloyd: He’s got a PhD?.. A Personal Healing Degree. You guys, he’s got a Personal Healing Degree. Please, let me be in a coma, and this is not real, and I’ll wake up... now. No, no. No, it’s still here.

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& Erica: Oh, my God, both of you, shut the hell up. Shea, not everything’s about race. And, Lloyd, if you want to look down your nose at salespeople, do it in your head, okay?

& Lloyd: Okay, if you refer to her like that again, I will be all over you like a honey badger out of a burlap sack. And you’ll win the fight, Shea, but I will do some damage.

& Lloyd: Well, Mr. Arturo, the reason Dr. Dakota Silicon and I are here is not for you, per se, but rather for a fugitive we’re tracking... Ronald Marcum.
    Arturo: I get sent to solitary and that son of a bitch is running free?
    Erica: Since this morning, and it’s why you were sent to solitary that interests me and Dr. Smallmember.

& Pete: Look, I set up nightclubs, okay? Half the people that I do business with should probably be in prison, so... Did you kill somebody?
    Erica: Five.
    Pete: ........
    Erica: No, um... Mortgage fraud. I made a mistake.

& Lloyd: I can see your lady boner.

& Ray: Your “Breakikikikikikikd” as your blackmail theory or you’re gonna make me look stupid.
    Lloyd: Okay, I’m officially biting my tongue.

& Lloyd: You know, for what’s it worth, the suit doesn’t make the man. If you’d applied yourself to anything other than your chosen profession, you would be ten times more successful than Ronnie Marcum, okay? And as much as it sickens me to say... you’re very smart, Shea.

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hogwash — фигня
hokum — жульничество
bunk — трескучие фразы
balderdash — галиматья
acolyte — прислужник; псаломщик

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