Sincerity Is an Easy Disguise in This Business

House of Lies 2×5

& Malcolm Kaan: See, it’s real simple. I’m about getting brown folks to see that our money is tied up in Wall Street, too. And I ain’t stopping until we get some economic equality up in this bitch!

& Jeremiah: You got a very strong community of supporters on that Twitter.
    Roscoe: They’re his “tweeple,” Grandpa.
    Jeremiah: They’re his what?
    Roscoe: His “tweeple.”

& Doug: I want to ask you something... is my index finger shorter than my ring finger, or the same length?
    — Shorter!
    Doug: God, they are thorough, I’ll give them that.
    Marty: Yeah, you know why they ask the question about the index finger, Doug?.. Because a man’s index finger is directly proportional to the size of his...
    Doug: No! Obviously it’s not... no.
    Jeannie: Why do I suddenly want to fuck Arsenio Hall?

& Hotschragar: I don’t have to tell you how valued you are here at Galweather... You are one of our stars.
    Marty: Translation... Galweather is sinking and you need a new bank to make up for the loss of Metrocapital. You can just talk to me like a professional, Julianne... you don’t have to tickle the balls.
    Hotschragar: You’re right... Here is what I need from the great Marty Kaan. Go to Chicago, bat your eyes, French kiss some ass if that’s what it takes to bring this home for Galweather. Hope that didn’t tickle.

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& Jeannie: Clyde, you used the word “cock” in every answer?
    Clyde: That is not true.
    Jeannie: “Clyde is more enthusiastic than most people about his big cock...”
    Clyde: Big ol’ cock.
    Jeannie: “Clyde likes to work out in the mornings with his big cock.”
    Clyde: With his big ol’ cock, yeah.

& Jeannie: See you later, freak and geek.

& Clyde: Seriously though. Thank you. I needed some extra shine at the office. You work your ass off for these motherfuckers and then... poof, vaginas are the new dicks at Galweather.

& Clyde: My nana keeps her money in her bra. Calls it God’s pocket.

& Brynn: Mr. Oberholt, do you know how many men... well, boys really, most of them with massive emotional insecurities...
    Marty: How about physical?
    Brynn: Oh, physical. Really? Do you know how many of them have made the mistake of trying to analogize U.S. National’s cherry pies to my vagina?

& Brynn: Politics isn’t theater; it’s performance art.

& Brynn: Did he just...
    Marty: Raise his zucchini in the air?
    Clyde: Like he just don’t care.
    Mr. Criswell: Look at all you Michelle Obamas working in the field... The sénior-t-yellow. Me gusta.

& Brynn: I just wanted to hang out with you. We speak the same language.
    Marty: We do?
    Brynn: Yeah. Politics, corporate bullshit... It’s all the same game of impression management.
    Marty: Yeah, yeah. Trying to give the best performance of yourself to endear yourself to whoever has the keys to the castle.

& Brynn: Sincerity is like, it’s like, a desert mirage. You could be utterly sincere and completely insincere. No one can tell.

& Brynn: To sincerity! The empty notion that started religious reformation.
    Marty: And gave us guilty liberal hipsters who wear trucker hats and guzzle down
Pabst Blue Ribbon in gallons.
    Brynn: What’s the quote? “It’s dangerous to be sincere...”
    — “Unless you are also stupid.”

& Jeannie: That’s your match?! My match sucked balls.
    Doug: Oh, yeah? So did mine.

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