Wreckage

House of Lies 3×1

& Tretorn: Hijiki... that is the wave of the future. The Asians love a sea vegetable. What China eats today, we’d better fucking learn to love tomorrow.
    Marty: .... Oh, motherf...! Shit tastes like the ass of a sick fish.

& Marty: Everything is beautiful, baby! The economy is in recovery! Jobs just falling out the sky. Nobody wants for anything! Another round of drinks and a shiny new Tesla for all my friends, right?.. Wrong.

& Marty: I travel 6,000 fucking miles just to pitch it! But I guess this is what owning your own joint looks like, right? You end up chasing every nutbucket across the earth hoping he might... just might... hire your sorry ass.
        If we land this whale, we feast on the blubber until we land the next one; feast on that blubber, sell the ivory till we land the next one and the next one, and so on, and so ad in-fucking-nitum until we get some fat; acquire some blubber of our own. But until that day, you do what you gotta do, baby. You eat sick fish ass.

& Doug: Benita. She is driving me crazy. She’s hideous.
    Jeannie: What do you want me to say, Doug? I mean, she’s a great analyst. I’m... sorry that she doesn’t fit your arousal template.
    Doug: You know, I used to look over and... and be... I don’t know, inspired by your generic Midwestern hotness. It’s true, but now... Oh, God, now I look over at your old desk and I see that... that Sasquatch. And... I feel sick, physically sick.

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& JC: Judge not lest ye be judged, Doug.
    Doug: Christ. Seriously, JC? If you quote one more piece of Bible porn at me, I...

& Doug: I’m sorry, Jeannie, I am, I’m sorry, I just miss the old gang, that’s all... I can’t help it. I mean, do you ever think Marty talks about me to his new pod?
    Jeannie: Nope.
    Doug: “Nope.” See, that’s what I’m talking about. That back and forth, the good old days. Do you remember how fun it was? Clyde and me goofing around. Marty always telling me to, you know, “Shut the fuck up.”
    Jeannie: Shut the fuck up, Doug.
    Doug: Exactly!

& Christy: I didn’t even know!
    Monica: Stop making your stupidity sound like a virtue, sweetie.
    Christy: Monica...
    Monica: If you could just use the tits and ass that God gave you and blow the occasional CEO, maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t be in the fuckhole that we are in right now!

& Monica: Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to go to the Days of Fucking Hope to save sick kids. Or animals. Or genocide.

& Jeannie: Oh, my, you’re moonlighting as a limo driver.
    Marty: You look nice.
    Jeannie: I look nice. But I’m not nice.
    Marty: Me neither.

& Marty: I will give you a ride to Days of Hope. If you are not fully on board by the time we get there, I’ll just, you know, kill you and throw your dead carcass in the trunk.
    Jeannie: That’s very sweet.

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