Robert: "Nice try. Joanna said you'd say you forgot..."
Mia: "Yeah, because I actually did!"
Robert: "...But Rayburn the Homicidal Groundskeeper says you left school at lunch, on the back of a motorcycle."
Mia: "It's not like I've ever lied to you before. That was sarcasm, by the way."
Robert: "What is this degenerate's name?"
Mia: "Kyle. Kyle Degenerate, of the West Egg Degenerates."
Robert: "Kyle? No ma'am. You are not seeing anybody named Kyle on my fucking watch."
Things escalate, until eventually Mia punches her popcorn in the face, sending candy and popcorn flying everywhere in a simply gorgeous, multicolored explosion. I like to think of Mia this way: Like a rainbow candy-and-popcorn universe, endlessly expanding.
Because of course Haverstock has a sex boat. I feel like maybe they're just using the sex boat John Larroquette already had.
Haverstock: "I love sexting! LMFAO!"
Haverstock: "You're here to talk about Lyritrol, huh? So get your dad on the phone."
Edward: "I know Vivian contacted you about her concerns..."
Haverstock: "Like I give a shit about a bunch of Thai cancer patients. This is about some personal bro shit with your dad."
Edward: "Would you care to clarify that?"
Haverstock: "Sort of but not really. Remember when you raped and murdered that girl that time?"
Edward: "Actually I don't. I blacked out."
Haverstock: "Not important. You locked yourself in the bathroom and called your dad, and he called me, and it went away. You feel me?"
After flashing back to that exact thing -- he woke up all drunk and looked out the window and saw her corpse near some trees and freaked out -- Edward gives Haverstock such mad amounts of what the Senator correctly characterizes as "Bambi Eyes" that you suddenly remember exactly why you forgave Jimmy Cooper and Tom Shayes for every bullshit thing they ever pulled. God, Tate Donovan is the best.
Haverstock: "I am so fucking sure you don't remember. I don't care about that either, just make sure your dad understands my issue is with him."
Edward: "So now two implacable old men are ping-ponging me back and forth, and still I have no useful information about my own life or the current situation."
Haverstock: "Now if you'll excuse me, I have more sexting to do. TTYL."