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House of Lies 4×6

& Jeannie: Kids?.. If you do not pay attention right now, I will not hesitate to flash you my giant, veiny, naked pregnancy belly button.

& Marty: Here’s a fun little fact: The word «fortune» comes from the Latin word Fortuna, goddess of chance. Fortuna— so pretty, right? Thing is, real fortune has nothing to do with chance. Or luck. Fortuna is bullshit. Real fortune is calculated. It’s relentless. Fucking criminal, even. You have to make fortune happen.

& Doug: It’s not going up, Marty.
    Marty: Uh, they have pills for that.
    Clyde: You know, it is so brave of you to talk about it. Usually, guys who can’t get erections don’t want to say...
    Doug: Trust me, I get plenty of erections.
    Clyde: See, I think you’re overcompensating now.

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& Blogger: Whoa! Whoa, what’s that, hmm?
    Marty: That-that’s for my blog. Fat Fucks Making Backroom Deals with Ex-con Businessmen dot-edu.
    Clyde: Edu— it’s an educational Web site.
    Marty: Yeah. It’s a place where you go to learn stuff.

& Roscoe: You don’t know anything about me. So, I... Where-where should I start?
    Marty: Just start. Start anywhere. You’d be surprised how little I would ever judge you.

& Marty: Hey, listen, man. Listen. I’m here, okay? Really not perfect, but... I’m here.

& Doug: No. Uh-uh, no, I can’t accept that. That’s ridiculous. That’s like breaking up the Beatles.
    Jeannie: We’re not the Beatles.
    Doug: We’re the Beatles, Jeannie. Think about it. Marty’s John. Uh, Clyde’s Sir Paul.
    Clyde: Nice!
    Doug: I’m George, the quiet seeker.
    Jeannie: Uh, sorry. I’m Ringo?
    Doug: No. No, no, no, no.
    Jeannie: No, I’m not Ringo.
    Doug: You’re not Ringo. Calm down. You’re the girl who’s often associated with the Beatles.
    Clyde: Aw! He just called you Yoko! To your face, he called you Yoko.

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