Savi: "I'm making it up to you."
Harry: "That's horrible, and you're horrible."
Savannah: "Why won't you just act like The Secret? I'm sacrificing my job as like, a deal with the universe. And in return, the universe is supposed to make you okay with me cheating on you and having a black baby. And you are really screwing up that plan, Harry. What do I have to do, to get you and the universe to fall in line?"
Harry: "All you have to do is give me one goddamn second to freak out and think about it. Because seriously it's been less than forty-eight motherfucking hours. You need to slow your roll, stop applying pressure to me and the universe, and for God's sake stop accusing me of sleeping with people. Because so help me, that part I will fall in line with. So very fucking fast. Keep pulling that shit and I promise you, I will fuck eeeeeeeeverybody. There is an entire internet of people out there who would love a piece of this. Half my line cooks would drop and give me twenty if I looked at them funny. Do you read? Are you hearing me?"
Then he cries, and it's revolting. But he has a point. I hate/love that this show has moved the goalposts so very far that Savannah, the best person on the show, deserves fifty times the shit that she is "dealing" with, while Harry, the worst person in America, is like, so right about everything. It's unfair. Savannah, for us both: Get it together.
JOSSLYN CARVER: ALSO AN ASSHOLE
Joss has crammed Olivier's office armoire full of bananas because he eats bananas. They come flooding out like a storm. And this, Olivier loves. Cracks his first smile, which erupts into a churlish giggle, and then a guffaw. Because as awful as Harry is -- as all Australians are -- French people are ten times worse.
April: "Okay, so having just paid off my investors, I am now selling a piece back to one of them so I can give you a lump sum. The memo line on that check, by the way, will not be pleasant."
Miranda: "Oh wait, so you're just dismantling everything you've worked for and your whole life's purpose? Why didn't you do this for me weeks ago?"
April: "Shut the fuck up, Miranda."
Miranda: "Right. Well, thank you."
April: "Don't thank me. I hate you. I hope you die. But it's not Scottie's fault you're a whore, any more than it is mine. Think of this less as a favor I'm doing you, and more like Paul paying off his bastard from beyond the grave."