Chucky Rhoades's Greatest Game

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Chef Ryan: Man like you should eat something. So you have fuel to burn.
Bobby Axelrod: Do I look like I need to fan the fire?

Bobby Axelrod: They better be iron fucking clad.
Orrin Bach: Believe me, they're tighter than AC/DC in '78.
Bobby Axelrod: Then let 'em fly.

AG Jeffcoat: No one's born to it, Ms. Sacker, not even you. He had to kill for it. 'S what makes it worth something. As you will likely find out one day...

Rhoades, Sr.: You need to go on the offensive. Because everyone else is lining up against you.

Chuck Rhoades: All I want is vengeance, and it will be had.

Chuck Rhoades: I don't think I can, Dad—
Rhoades, Sr.: You can and you will! The very difficulty of it is why you must.

Ira: Charles, thinking about your past, really freaks me out.
Rhoades, Sr.: What a glorious thing it was...

Taylor: Axe and Wags, even Wendy, are like the United Citizen Federation. They turned us all into Starship Troopers, sent us to Klendathu and some of us got our brains eaten. And it wasn't until the end of our time in that we realized: We were the bad guys all along.

Wagner Wags: This is one of those rare cases where size doesn't actually matter. You know how the price of admission for women into your fine country is that they cover their tatas and donut? Well, our version of that is 2 and 20. We won't stone you if you refuse, but we will kick you out of our fund.
Farhad: Are you comparing your fee structure, by way of several vulgarisms, to our religion?
Wagner Wags: To Bobby Axelrod, fees are religion and money is his God. This makes him the perfect shepherd for you in the material world. And at least when you pray to his God, you get another fucking Bentley out of it.

Wagner Wags: Taylor fucking Mason... I'm telling you. But gorgeous. Like Kate Jackson hot.

Chuck Rhoades: You ever just not want a day to start?

Wendy: You know how to do this. Like a honeybee. Take what you pick up here, you drop it there, just make sure at the end of the day, you're the one who ends up with all the nectar.

Chuck Rhoades: Wendy, I know what Commissioner Sansome needs. Won't be easy to get. Gonna have to pay Peter to pay Paul to pay George, Ringo and probably John, too. But at least I have a road map.

Chuck Rhoades: Mr. Eisen, sir. I might have a coffee with you, if invited.

Chuck Rhoades: It's the old joke about the congressman, right? Young girl from his district comes up to him. Says she wants to drop to her knees, take care of his business, and bring him a fresh made martini after. Politician looks at her and says: Hmm, what's in it for me?

Chuck Rhoades: Lemme work...

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Chuck Rhoades: What'd you trade for them? It was the parking permit, wasn't it?
Wendy: No, Chuck.
Chuck Rhoades: Really? Nobody wants this fucking thing.

Bobby Axelrod: Motherfuckers! What could they be doing to him?
Hall: Unclear.
Bobby Axelrod: Have they got him chained up? Would they torture him, rendition him back to their country?
Hall: Chemicals more likely... Pentathol, perhaps, other sedatives, to encourage docility, but, again, unclear.

Chuck Rhoades: Robert Axelrod, Atlas of the finance world.
Bobby Axelrod: Charles Rhoades, Esquire.

Bobby Axelrod: It'd take plenty... but who cares? If it matters to you, I can do it.

Bobby Axelrod: You'll have fun with Ayles. He's exactly the opposite of what he seems.
Chuck Rhoades: Who isn't these days?

Grigor Andolov: Intentions don't matter at all to me. I reward actions. And I punish them, too.

Sara: It was brave that you did what you had to do to get it.
Taylor: Whatever it takes. Still not used to having enemies.
Sara: It's a sign of your stature. Get used to it.

Bobby Axelrod: He's richer than me. And he's willing to do shit I am not. And he's connected to all those other people wanting to do the same shit for him.
Wagner Wags: You walking away?.. You're not walking away. Because, yeah, he's a Russian Oligarch. But you, mon frère, are a motherfucking Oligarch, too. An American Oligarch. You will not relent. Taylor must pay.

Bobby Axelrod: We don't put out this fire by pouring water on it. But by sucking oxygen out of the room. Slowly. Invisibly. Completely.

Chuck Rhoades: You know, I kind of feel bad for the old guy, scumbag that he was. Blindsided like that. But I guess that's New York for ya, right? Boss one minute, in the gutter the next... The best you can hope for is one last look at the stars before you go.

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