Fight Night

Billions 4×8

Taylor Mason: Bobby Axelrod was my teacher, so I have a certain amount of nostalgic respect for him. But he's a dinosaur. So. Like any good student, I learned what I could from him and moved on.

Taylor Mason: You're right. I wasn't born with a broadsword in my hand but I was forced to learn how to wield one, so I did. And now I'm going full Sir Tristram de Lyones until I pierce Axe's shield and drive it into his motherfucking heart.

Chuck Rhoades: This needs to be punted down the road until tech and security concerns are better vetted, so let's just button it up with a quick 'no'...

Chuck Rhoades: I have an equally pressing concern... democracy. And inclusiveness. Which is why it's vital we approve mobile voting... This is about more people voting. Which is the American ideal. It's about what's right.

Bryan Connerty: You trying out for community board rep?
Kate Sacker: Are you trying out for Sturmbannfuhrer?
Bryan Connerty: I was following a direct order from my superior...
Kate Sacker: Exactly what Herr Adolf Eichmann said when they caught him in Argentina...
Bryan Connerty: Don't speak any more German at me. Jock told me to go shut it down. What should I have done?
Kate Sacker: In American then? Refuse the order. Like Dawson and Downey should've with the code red.

Chuck Rhoades: Something I learned from the old Westerns: If you're gonna make a show of strength, you wanna be sure you're the real strongman in the room.
Hap Halloran: Or... you make sure that that guy steps into the fight for you.

Bobby Axelrod: Maybe, just maybe this is the universe sending you a message and you should go ahead and receive it: That this company's not for you.
Rebecca Cantu: The only message the universe sends me is that it's gonna keep expanding for a while, so I might as well expand too.

Rebecca Cantu: You know, I used to wonder why I got so rich...
Bobby Axelrod: Yeah. Me too. You actually come up with an answer?
Rebecca Cantu: Yeah. So I could do this.

Chuck Rhoades: No, Dad. The Cayuga Iroquois.
Rhoades, Sr.: My casino Indians?
Chuck Rhoades: A mere three-word sentence, yet myriad problems with it.

Chuck Rhoades: My man compiled a list of groups that applied for mobile voting. As it turns out, people want to vote.

Chuck Rhoades: As Attorney General, I can help you make it happen... As your wise predecessor, Wilma Mankiller said, "Leaders are encouraged to remember seven generations in the past and consider seven generations in the future when making decisions that affect the people."
Council member Halftown: She was Cherokee. I'm Haudenosaunee. That would be like me citing Vince Neil to sell you. Does Vince Neil speak to who you are?
Chuck Rhoades: ... Some days.

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Kate Sacker: ...That's what I'm feeling like lately. Just all revved up to hit something, but I just can't lock in on the target.
Frank Sacker: Then what you need to do is this: Take the blindfold off, wait 'til the brain-fog lifts, choose your target, swing as hard as you can, and take its head off.

Hap Halloran: You're shoving a fucking arrowhead up my ass?
Chuck Rhoades: Oh. How dare you, sir.
Halftown: Besides, I'm not shoving it. You'd be sitting down on it, of your own accord. But at your weight, that's where it would end up for sure.

Bob Sweeney: Oh. Jesus, Mary and Sainted Joseph the good and kind carpenter.
Chuck Rhoades: And like them, now we are three.

Bob Sweeney: Okay. I see how this is going to go. I'm gonna say no and... let me guess... uh, teachers' strike? No. Nurses? Or you're gonna release my tax returns? Or I'm gonna find Khartoum's head in my fucking bed?
Bobby Axelrod: No horses need be harmed in the making of this picture.
Chuck Rhoades: The universe is kind, Governor. Patiently providing opportunities to learn what you failed to in the past.

Bobby Axelrod: If you're gonna do a thing, do it all the way.
Bob Sweeney: Well, I mean, the environmentalists will have a field day...
Bobby Axelrod: Think of the Upstate jobs...
Chuck Rhoades: The tax revenue...
Bob Sweeney: All right, I'll, uh... I'll... do my best.
Bobby Axelrod: Do better than that. I just gave you 1.2 million soldiers. That should help.

AG Jeffcoat: I thought Sam Houston and the Texas Rangers took care of this shit a hundred and fifty years ago. Looks like they left you some work to do.
Bryan Connerty: Whatever you need me to do, I'm ready.
AG Jeffcoat: Find a way to introduce an infected blanket, like good ol' Lord Jeff Amherst.

Taylor Mason: Now fucking slaughter him!

Bobby Axelrod: We have one more reason to level these motherfuckers. Bury him, I buy you two new houses... one for each wife.

Chuck Rhoades: Ohhh, I'll fix it. Like Lyndon Johnson did the South. For my own fucking reasons.

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