*No, I am not exaggerating. They all -- Beck, Goose, WV -- literally only speak to each other in this Gen X code-speak about how the fact that they are total clichés is somehow okay only so long as they apply the cootie immunization procedure of pointing out how shitty and clichéd they are being. "I don't mean to sound like a dick, but [something only a dick would say]."
Or ooh, CORPORATE MAGAZINES STILL SUCK, remember that? I remember the day that issue of Rolling Stone came out and I saw that cover in my dad's mail and I thought, "I am never going to understand Generation X, and I am never going to be Generation X. But now I know I don't have to ever give a shit about it again."
And I didn't. That was also the week I turned gay, so. Big week.
Goose: "Okay Roc, here's that diamond that will most certainly get you, me and my wife killed. Don't lose it. Put in your breath mints, that's my first idea."
Fr. Roc: "I am skeptical. But not so much that my throat shouldn't suffer getting slashed."
I can't even do this next part. It's this whole running around thing where Vincent keeps talking about "your American films" and whatever, and Goose walks to a place, and meanwhile the FBI have totally double-crossed him by actually doing their jobs, and it turns out White Vincent -- who is an idiot, just not quite the idiot everybody else on this show seems to be -- is one step ahead! He was not at "the drop"! Nor was he at the place they discovered in a sub-CBS quality sequence in which FBI lady enhances an image or hacks a firewall or whatever the fuck. At one point the FBI people yell at each other, "Smart but not genius. The internet leaves a footprint. We go after the router!"
White Vincent: "Oh man, did they go after the router? Fuck me."
Goose: "I don't know about all that, I just want to give you this magic clock."
White Vincent: "No deal! Also, there was never a deal and I'm not even there and I got that magical diamond and stabbed Roc and took Jacinda off the grid! Because I! Am! A wildcard!"
Goose: "That didn't go as planned!"
Fr. Roc: "I got my throat slashed, so. Yeah."
Goose: "Whatever, my wife!"
White Vincent: "And clocks!"