Words of Succession

Because she's brought a ludicrously capacious bag. What's... What's even in there? Huh? Flat shoes for the subway? Her lunch pail? I mean, Greg, it's monstrous. It's gargantuan. You could take it camping. You could slide it across the floor after a bank job.

He's a central player in a rotten cabal that has basically eaten the heart...

You get the bauble.

The man is a self-regarding popinjay.

it's no fun being the last f*cking eunuch in the forbidden city.

And even has the temerity to tell that hard...

And now I hear that you've dispensed with Roger's services, presumably to throw your lot in with my brother and his g*ng of crapulous shills, without even so much as a telephone call?

You know, your mom and all her brouhaha for tomorrow.

You know, a consigliere.

Is there an ombudsman in the house?

I can't have weevils in the f*cking flour sack, okay?

And this is our chance to pay are dues and wash our hands for absolution.

But if you consider them in terms of the difficulties it would present Mr. Roy to have an acrimonious divorce announced ahead of a contested shareholder meeting, then this'd start to seem like very reasonable numbers.

So, my thing is, if this sh*t was just epiphenomenal, maybe it could be ridden out.

I found his performance histrionic and meretricious.

I think you should put together an executive committee to guide things in this interregnum.

He's incredibility intransigent.

I found his performance histrionic and meretricious.

Expose the structural contradictions of capitalism as reified in the architecture of corporate America.

She's got no f*cking acumen!

And we got chatting with this, you know, friendly hobo.

You'd scuttle the fleet in a month.

Dad, you're the silverback, but I put you in the ground that day.

He's very tenacious, very independent.

And provided we lead on deal-making options moving forward, we'll accede to a continuation of combined Chairman and CEO roles.

your life is not a bagatelle.

We will explore alternatives for our cruise division, including a possible divestiture.

I'm gonna throw you a bone because I don't want to remember your first shareholder meeting as the one where you lost us the company, so whatever the deal space you end up in, Sandy's gonna be too obdurate to say yes.

So, they have one more proviso.

Karl, vamp!

No, really, ATN is treated as a bulwark, but it's dead.

Well, the stuff that works for Foreign Corrupt Practices Act is inferential.

Mencken is an integralist, nativist fuckhead.

But an FCPA angle obviates those objections, right?

It is rather pungent.

Oh, Ms. Libtard, how do you like spelunking in the elephant's as*h*le?

I have, of late, uh, decided not to tarry too much with hope.

Ken had me try to call Springsteen to rescue the vibe and then that got countermanded and now I'm working on a...

the imagineers, the DJ crew, you know, this is highly egalitarian, like, do your job, but f*cking get your drink on get your buzz on.

They're like emissaries from the Grand Old Duke of Old.

it's like layers overdetermined master's degree f*cking hokum.

You know, meet these guys, could read petulant not to?

I mean, it's possible she's only going out with me due to, you know, rancor or pique.

It's pure rubbernecking.

The skunk, the porcupine, and the concubine?

I'm a ghost, divested, off the board, complete disinheritance.

Roman implied that Peter might have k*lled his first wife and then he tried to goad Laurie into talking indelicately about Gerri.

I'm not so sure, I feel like you do want them, but you're being kind of typically minxy.

She's probably in sexual thrall to him.

Dad, Gerri, you stay with your hands on the tiller.

I thought she was a contessa.

slab of gravlax to go f*ck himself, except for the bit that knows that every word he says is true.

Mattson wants to De-platform guys like me, round up the maverick thinkers into his digital gulag.

It's from the divorce, so stop that, and the deal collapses, he's impotent.

Don't wanna miss the old nuptials.

Just Dad cranking up the trebuchet.

No, I just wanted to perform the ask, um, out of due deference.

And they would like us to get our best foot forward on an indicative price tonight.

Honestly, Rome, being rational, putting aside the internecine family concerns, the personal tittle-tattle, just think about how f*cking funny it would be if we screw Dad over his decades-long obsession?

Just tell them they can shove their petrodollars up their human rights record, okay?

Well, I don't know what the news is, and it's beyond my purview, and I'm walking away.

We have a seminal election about to happen, and it's f*cking , and I wanna have a say.

Honestly, Rome, being rational, putting aside the internecine family concerns, the personal tittle-tattle, just think about how f*cking funny it would be if we screw Dad over his decades-long obsession?

anyone, anyone who believes that I'm getting out, please shove the bunting up your a*s.

He does not like the countdown-to-election chyrons, he hates the new font, it's too small.

It's too ingratiating.

they're too f*cking lily-livered.

He's just moseying.

It's like a f*cking telenovela.

Well, the boat leaves in , and there's champagne and canapés till Ellis Island, and then after that, there'll be something more, you know, substantial after the ceremony.

You have to stick to Cyd like a limpet, okay?

I'm gonna have a little, uh, stiffener here.

And this penciled addendum is what?

I just don't wanna see his smirky, little autocratic face.

When Logan was with us, we did everything we could to burnish his reputation.

some wishes and disbursements.

generally accepted to be a euphemism for pedophile, and no one ever suggested that he would, you know...

...to this senior group of very respected greybeards that all I have ever personally asked is the chance to serve.

you're a clumsy interloper and no one trusts you.

I do have, uh, certain feelings of queasiness about, I guess, sh1tting on our dad while he's still up at Frank E. Campbell's.

Yeah, Matsson takes ATN, the whole caboodle.

Uh, what's the conflab?

Rome, do you want to do the Matsson dossier together for angles, yeah?

Birth rate, youth unemployment, sclerotic state, um, f*cking angry Arabs, all that.

They will do what he did, but they will do it stupider and uglier, and less amenable.

But I'll need ballast.

And it's the kind of wine that separates the connoisseurs from the weekend Malbec morons.

Point his d*ck in the direction of some fissile material.

You gobble my gravadlax, pal.

You were f*cking me for a f*cking ladder because your whole family is striving and parochial.

You offered because you're servile!

And it is sacrosanct...

The money, the corpuscles of life gushing around this nation, this world, filling men and women all around with...

There's no point joining the party unless you get your little dacha.

And now people might want to tend and prune the memory of him to denigrate that force.

But our aunt and uncle certainly did nothing to disabuse him of that notion.

And he fed a certain kind of meagerness in men.

After two stickering perambulating circuits...