Eric: I heard whispers at the offsite Sara wants me gone, did Daria tell you that? What do you think you've just done to move the dial on their fucking agenda? Do you think either of them would protect you like I have? Brought you over here?
Harper: I told you I couldn't be more grateful.
Eric: What do you think your gratitude's worth to me if you can't keep your fucking word? I was the only one willing to ignore your non-target background, pull you out of wherever, and give you the success that might, let's say, excuse your personality. The massive fucking chip on your shoulder. You see how I carefully elided the fact that you're also a fucking liar? Or is that how you sustain the delusion that you actually belong here?