Dead Cat Bounce

Billions 2×2

& Axelrod: As Chanos says, China’s a pig on LSD... you never know which way it’s gonna run.

& Rhoades, Sr.: Unless it is broken plates and steak knives, you gut through it. If one of you has an itch, you’ll work it out. You don’t move out.

& Mafee: Booyakasha!

& Dr. Gus: .... Are you a hard-ass, badass, jackass, or no ass?
    Ben: Sorry?
    Dr. Gus: And that is one of the three things that people say in that spot. It’s kind of like the «dick-for» thing. If you apologize after I’ve said something confusing, that is on you, my friend.

& Dr. Gus: And we will work on that. Replace «sorry» with, «What the fuck are you trying to say?»

& Chuck: Boy, it’s much better to be the lawyer... and go home when the hour’s up, get some sleep. If you’re the client, you’re up all night.

& Stephanie: It’s in my purview...
    Wags: You are here to keep the Visigoths outside of the city walls, not to impugn judgment of the Caesar.

& Chuck: Nobody wants to gamble on this, get yoked to a loser. But you need to understand it is not a gamble, it is a calculated risk. So go naked into the street and snare me a thundering, monumental fucking case... because none of you are gonna get what you want until you cut yourselves open.

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& Kate: I’ll give it to Chuck anyway because it’s the right thing to do.
    Lonnie: It’s what Chuck wants. It doesn’t make it right.

& Taylor: What about a week-to-week deal?
    Axelrod: Done. We’ll prorate the million. Nineteen thousand...
    Taylor: Nineteen thousand, two hundred and thirty and seventy-seven cents..
    Axelrod: Hourly—
    Taylor: $240.38.
    Axelrod: One hundred and fourteen and forty-seven cents. Eighty hours a week?
    Taylor: There’s 168 hours in a week. That’s what you’re paying for... everything. Twenty-four seven.

& Rhoades, Sr.: Give it to Wendy. Show her you’re serious...
    Chuck: No. No. That’s not a move. That’s not who she is.
    Rhoades, Sr.: It’s a six-figure ring, son. It’s who they all are.

& Chuck: That bad, huh?
    Wendy: I have this exercise I do with my clients called the 180. When they’ve really lost the thread, when they’re so fixated on a stock, they can’t see it’s a dumpster burning in front of them. Maybe they can cut their losses. But only a great few can go the opposite way, can pivot, and see that it’s really a short.... One-eighty, Chuck.

& Chuck: A man facing a firing squad has only two choices... accept it or push against his restraints. And I don’t accept anything.

& Attorney General: So go ahead and swing your hatchet at the case. I’ll just fire you in a few months after the searchlights pass. All you’ve bought is time.

& Axelrod: Now, before I decide, answer this. Are you a bastard? Because for you to have a chance against Rhoades, you need to be. Even though there will be lawyers, there are no fucking rules... not if you want to win. You will have to crawl through a river of shit and risk bleeding out a hundred yards short of victory. You have to be prepared to do things that are entirely outside the bounds of conventional morality.

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