Roman: You realize how fucked you're gonna be as soon as you're no use to him, right? He's got you eating humiliation gumbo on TV and then what?
Shiv: Yeah, dad's going to play a merry tune on you and then throw you out the fuckin' window. I mean, you know that, right?
Roman: He's like a sex robot for dad to fuck.
Shiv: He's like an old beaten dog.
Roman: Well, he's both of those things and also a piece of shit.
Shiv: He's a pathetic little fucking narcissist who repeatedly puts his own self interests above everything else and then tries to justify it with half-assed appeals to the fuckin' market.
Roman: You're a fucking prick!
Kendall: Uh huh. Maybe I am.
Roman: Come on, fuckbag. Fight back!
Kendall: Guys, I just. I can't get into it.
Roman: Oh, you can't get into it? Fuck you. Come on. Treat us. Why did you actually back out?
Kendall: I'm sorry, Shiv, about the wedding.
Shiv: How dare you apologize to me.
Roman: You look like shit, by the way.