Duncan: "Are we done talking about me?"
Duncan: "Wrong. We are never done talking about me."
Duncan disappears in a cloud of smoke that smells like Drakkar Noir and hand-rolled cigarettes and whiskey sucked from a mustache.
Duncan: "Everything is normal for the next two weeks slash fourteen episodes, until we kill the President. You will do all your normal things, except we will be following you and listening in and spying on you at all times."
He literally says the phrase "every move you make," because what he lacks in irony he makes up for in sheer bare-chested bad-assery. His leather pants are themselves wearing leather pants, which have tattoos they got when they were high on mescaline and trucker speed.
Duncan: "Wash your hands, Dr. Sanders. Jake, take off your shirt."
Brian: "Hold up. What?"
Duncan: "Have you ever heard of the Aristocrats?"
A bit later, he's got Morgan in prayer position, bent over the kitchen table and for a second you think things have gone dark as shit, but no: He just wanted Ellen to implant them with GPS microchips! Like dogs! Stuck for options, Ellen cries and cuts each member of her family open, slips in the chips and then sews them back up again. What if this show was in real-time and we actually had to sit through all three surgeries? That would be pretty suspenseful I guess.
Ellen: "Morgan, please stop hopping around while I'm doing this. It doesn't hurt you any more than it did the other ones. Not that your father acted like a man either."
Brian: "Well, I could offer to give you yours, since I'm a grownup. Even though probably Duncan has a medical degree because he is so fucking great at everything."
Duncan: "Maybe, maybe not. You'll never know. Such is my mystique. But also, think it through. Why does Ellen need a microchip? She's already fucked. We already have her microchip, it is you; it is called her heart."
Sandrine: "Also we each got clones of your phones and devices, so we'll be hearing your phone calls and receiving all your texts and even your weird Googles. And even when they are turned off, you are transceiving audio and positioning back to me."
On that note, she drags Duncan into the other room: Apparently Brian's received half a dozen texts from Samantha, his gross girlfriend that he always hooks up with of a Tuesday. Without a house meeting, Duncan sends Brian off to her house in Sandrine's car, without telling anybody where they are going or why, because of mind games. Also because Ellen doesn't need this shit today on top of everything else, I'd imagine.