- Tom Wambsgans: Do you want a deal with the devil?
- Greg Hirsch: What am I gonna do with a soul anyways? Souls are boring! Boo, souls! Of course!
- Tom Wambsgans: Who has ever looked after you in this fucking family, huh?
- Greg Hirsch: All right, well, in terms of where I could be getting to, if I were to come with?
- Tom Wambsgans: You could be heading away from the endless middle, and towards the bottom of the top.
- Greg Hirsch: The bottom of the top? And could I get my own... my own, like...
- Tom Wambsgans: Your own Greg?
- Greg Hirsch: Yeah?
- Tom Wambsgans: You can have twenty!
- Logan Roy: What have you got in your fucking hand?
- Roman Roy: I don't know. Fucking... love?
- Logan Roy: Love? You come for me, with love? You bust in here, guns in hand, and now you've seen they've turned to fucking sausages. You talk about... love? You should have trusted me.
- Roman Roy: [broken] Dad why?
- Logan Roy: Why? Because it works. I fucking win. Oh go on, go on, fuck off. You nosey fucking pedestrians.
- Shiv Roy: What if Dad flutters his eyelids at you, Rome? You gonna melt?
- Roman Roy: No. As long as you guys don't go Water Pistols In Bali.
- Shiv Roy: Water Pistols In Bali?
- Roman Roy: Yeah, Water Pistols In Bali. When we were all gonna go squirt Dad in the canopy. I went in and you two fucks left me for dead?
- Shiv Roy: I don't recall.
- Roman Roy: That's convenient.
- Connor Roy: I'm here for my mom's wedding. And I proposed to my fiancée. And no one... has said congratulations. No one. But I am... the eldest son of our father. I am. Me.
- Roman Roy: [to Kerry] And stop trying to have a baby with my dad. It'll be born old, attached to a walker!
- Roman Roy: I didn't keep track of the exact number of expletives he used, Siobhan, okay? I'm not a fuckometer.
- Roman Roy: One waiter down... that makes sense. It took me forever to get a fucking drink at her wedding.
- Roman Roy: [trying to comfort Kendall] I mean, who hasn't clipped the odd kid with a Porsche, am I right? It's like a rites of passage. I've killed a kid too, big deal.
- [turning and yelling to Shiv, who is on a phone call several feet away]
- Roman Roy: Shiv? You've killed a kid, right?
- Shiv Roy: [distracted] Uh, yeah.
- Kendall Roy: What are you going to do with your five bil? Put it on your pile with all your other fucking bil?
- Logan Roy: Mm-hmm. Probably, yeah.
- Kendall Roy: And what are we supposed to do?
- Logan Roy: Make your own fucking pile.
- Roman Roy: [Shiv walks away during Kendall's confession to take a call from Laird] Yeah. Okay. Take that call. Leave me here with all the feelings. Thank you.