Kompenso

Billions 3×11

Kate: I'm all right looking at the eclipse through the cereal box.

Chuck: You know what's printed above the Rhoades family crest: "Never say sorry. Make the other fella sorry first." Can you do that?! Will you do that?!

Taylor: You backslid into being a dick.
Quant Kid: Fine. Yes. Big time.
Taylor: You know what? Those other two were sweet, but you're more talented. I need you.
Quant Kid: Damn right you do. 'Cause I'm the Yngwie Malmsteen of coding, total control of the instrument...

Quant Kid: Problem is: Bridgewater would have 50 PhDs writing software on this.
Taylor: Molly Hatchet had three guitarists. Rising Force had one. Are you going to tell me you can't play this solo?

Bobby: Who you are is a witness to this year's edition of Fuck Ups Fucking Up.

Spyros: This is chilling.
Bonnie: Does he always do this at comp?

Wags: They've got that lean and hungry look.
Bobby: Like to leave 'em that way. Let the hunger set in. Starvation, in small doses, triggers an increase in energy, clarity, aggression...
Wags: Right up until it kills you.
Wendy: You gotta feed 'em something.

Bobby: Why? I make the decisions, do all the heavy-lifting, actually earn the money.
Wendy: Mortimer Duke said it best: No getting around the old minimum wage.
Bobby: Actually, that was said to Mortimer Duke, but that's a helluva pull.

Bobby: The thing is: most years, I'm paying with other people's money. Now it's my own money...

Wags: Three things in life you can't postpone without dire consequences: calling a doctor when gutshot, finding a toilet when traveling in India, and paying your people.
Bobby: The last two being more or less the same.

Bobby: Twenty is as much as anybody's ever gotten out of me. Learn to be rich on that.

Bobby: I'm saying there's no garbage time at Axe Capital. Every minute of every quarter matters.

Ben: I should not throw out the first number, because I have a tendency to undervalue myself.
Bobby: I'd like to make you a PM.
Ben: Portfolio Manager?
Bobby: I would have gone Prime Minister, but there you go, undervaluing.
Ben: And the money...?
Bobby: Meet the new salary... same as the old salary.

Jeffcoat: I don't know if it's some Deep State bullshit, or just some vigilantes who think they know better, leaking to the press, and causing Lord knows what other ruckus.
Lynch: I will keep a lookout for what the Lord knows.
Jeffcoat: The Lord knows all, madam. Took care of that for you... As for the rest, I want a hard-target search of every e-mail, text message, and online footprint so we know who's trustworthy and who needs to be purged.

Jeffcoat: Impressive. All too often I am told of obstacles and regulations when what I really wanna hear is "sí, Se puede."

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Chuck: Tell him what you told me, Pete.
Decker: "The bitch is a booster. The bitch is a born thief."
Ira: You talking about my wife?

Wendy: Axe doesn't punish people. Unless they've wronged him. Or Lara. Or his kids. Or me. Or the New York Football Giants.

Comp: Kvankam.
Wags: Although.
Comp: Pensis.
Wags: Thought.
Spyros: Comp.
Wags: Kompenso. So you're not here to help me with my Esperanto.

Bobby: ...and the unthinkable acts I had to perform in order to set things right. I mean dollars and cents alone. The fines, the bonuses, the jet fuel to Nova Scotia... you owe me 1.195 million dollars.
Spyros: You know what? I don't think I need a comp meeting. My... My base is very generous, and I think we should just leave it right there.
Wags: That was the full Signor Roberto. "The rent stays like before."

Bobby: You know, when I'm sitting across the table from them and I see their hungry little mouths, they're people, sure, my people, and I love 'em most of the year. But today, all I can see is their snapping fucking mouths, and instead of wanting to feed 'em, I just want to punch their teeth in.

Wendy: It's not about money.
Bobby: They keep demanding more of it.
Wendy: Because you're not giving them what's more important than money. So money is all that's left.

Wendy: Gates plays dollar poker. Buffett eats a drive in hamburger every day. There's no amount of money that frees you from being a person, from interacting with others.

Lara: Why can't you give Taylor what they want?
Bobby: Because it's too much. And what they want can't be given. It needs to be taken.
Lara: And what would you do if they tried to take it?
Bobby: Cut 'em down like I was Connor MacLeod.
Lara: What does it say that you always have to quote the damn Highlander?
Bobby: That I spent some time watching cable TV alone in high school. And that I have pristine taste in movies, even back then.

Lara: If you want Taylor gone...
Bobby: I don't want them gone.
Lara: So then give them more than what you want, even if it's less than what they want. Quickly.

Chuck: I won't wear it 'til we've got him. Bad luck. But once we do, yes, it's gonna be like Chris LeDoux came back to life in here.

Chuck: You're like that James Woods character in Casino. Come to think of it, maybe just like James Woods.

Chuck: Uh, do you know the expression Federal Case? As in, "Hey, bub, don't make a federal case out of it"?

Rhoades, Sr.: My boy, my boy, my prodigal boy. What more can I do for you?

Rhoades, Sr.: I've always said: monogamy is a form of socialism. It's testosterone redistribution so a few bucks don't keep all the does to themselves.

Rhoades, Sr.: ...So it's not concupiscence, it's menschkeit. I'm even prouder.

Rhoades, Sr.: I could stay, in an advisory capacity...

Chuck: I'm at a bit of a loss whether to appeal to your decency, your vanity, your avarice... or just to your fear center.

Taiga: ...And I really did try to love him.
Rhoades, Sr.: Try harder. You give a marriage seven years before you even entertain the notion of a divorce.

Rhoades, Sr.: From the day the Dorsey Brothers showed that Presley boy swiveling his hips, there's been a slow but steady erosion of the family. Well, here is how you keep one going: You find a group of friends better than you, find one worse, bitch about them to each other, and then when you're all bitched out, run ten miles a day. Take your birth control pills and flush them; and make that kid your project together. And if Ira doesn't know how to fuck you... you teach him.
Chuck: Okay. Yeah.
Rhoades, Sr.: I'm not done. One more thing: give yourself the lime test... You stick your finger in lime juice and put it up inside. And if it stings, get yourself cleaned out. Do not bring the clap home to your husband; it's uncivil.

Rhoades, Sr.: He needs a wife who's broken in. And since he can't break her, I'll do it for him. This is what's gonna make him happy.

Bach: Of course. You can't just engage, you've got to compete, you can't merely compete, you've got to win, and a win isn't a win unless it's a kill.
Bobby: You want the fucking nine million or not?
Bach: Fine. Send it.
Bobby: See ya soon.

Mom: I'll admit that I didn't love when you tried to take the fight to me, though.
Bobby: That was a fucking mistake.
Mom: I maybe should have told you not to talk like that when you were a kid.
Bobby: I think I still would have.
Mom: Sure. But you also would have had a little voice in the back of your head telling you not to. Do you have that voice? At all?

Bryan: You enjoying the teaching?
Dyke: When you know the practice is that different from the letter and the spirit...
Bryan: You feel like you're lying to them.
Dyke: Telling the truth is worse. We don't need lawyers pre-jaded.

Bryan: Why'd you protect Chuck?
Dyke: Why did you?
Bryan: I believed in him.
Dyke: I didn't believe in myself. But I believe he must be stopped.

Quant Kid: It's like a Trident missile in launch mode. You sell Axe on deploying this, he becomes state of the art. He takes human decision making, that fallibility, out of the game. And he starts moving in micro-seconds.

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