"Dinesh's car is at the Wendy's drive-thru. Anybody hungry?"

"What we saw was a very oily man in mid-sentence dip down, vomit, and then thrust himself violently face first into a glass wall. But I guess it's a lot less embarrassing the way you explain it."

"He was always stealing snacks from the office. He could've lifted it from anywhere."

"The Catholic church really did a number on that town."

"What if we didn't do that? What if, instead, we got our own client like EndFrame has, a porn company or something?"

"Okay. I won't tell you that."

"You wanted to do something, Richard. This is something. It's time to walk the left-hand path, Richard."

"Outed by Wi-Fi."

"Sounds like Erlich."

"What "guy" exactly?"

"Pretend you've seen a woman before."

"You're no Stallion."

"Yeah, he's not, but based on its merits, I'll allow that one."

"You're not funny?"

"Yeah, I think we're sort of done with the ruse."

"Bachmanity rides again."

"At this point, I could stand to be a little perverted."

"Was that a wise purchase? Considering Richard just obliterated Pied Piper's runway hiring all those coders?"

"As I understand, cars depreciate 10 percent as soon as they fall off the truck. Like that. So if the car costs $100, well you just lost $10. Did it cost $100? Or more?"

"I can't hold this smile forever, Jared."

"Right, the one with the zombie script on it?"

"Agreed. I think I finally respect you as a CEO."

"Yeah, I told her to give it to her Satanist friends out there. Looks like she did."

"Why not?"

"Well, we are now living in a post-Rigby world."

"Does he actually smile like that with his upper and lower teeth at the same time?"

"Something's wrong with your frunk. It's all frucked up."

"He's gonna lose speed and hit the side of that wall... and die."

"You mean so that fake users and click farms would be absolutely indistinguishable from real users?"

"He's definitely gonna fuck her later, and she's not gonna think of you while it's happening."

"My feeling is if you're the CEO of a company and you're dumb enough to leave your login info on a Post-it note on your desk, while the people that you fucking ripped off are physically in your office, it's not a hack. It's barely social engineering. It's more like natural selection."

"Are you? Most electricity still comes from gas plants and coal-burning smoke stacks. Do you know where your electricity comes from?"

"What if before he dies Gina catches the virus? And then she spreads it from her vagina to your penis."

"This might be morbid, but the cold hard fact is that if Blaine dies on our live stream, this could be good for us. I mean, we'd get a lot more traffic."

"I am very excited."

"And what goes best with BattleBots? That's right. Chicken wings. That's why you get a sweet $50 gift card to Dave & Buster's. Serves you right for fucking us over. Wash your fucking hair."

"What did you say?"

"But if something did happen, and we're not saying it did, the fact remains that leaves us in a very advantageous position. There's a lot of money on the table. And it would be a shame if that went away."

"I spun together a few more servers. That should handle the traffic."

"Says here that she's looking for a man on the go. You don't "go" anywhere."

"What if I didn't have to make it up? What if I had every detail of their deal on my computer right in front of me?"

"Why does it say "sent from my iPhone" at the bottom? You just sent this from your computer."

"It is a mystery why you think you'll ever see a woman naked."

"Does it mean taking a stack of cash and lighting it on fire?"