Miss Sloane

It tastes better because it can't use Google, huh?

Prison's not so bad if you don't have a penis. We don't shank each other, we form self-help groups. There's a black market in lip gloss.

Career suicide is not so bad when you consider the alternative is suicide by career.

— Today is a landmark day, you know why? Because I'm free.
— Name one thing you can do today that you couldn't have done yesterday?
— Quit my job.
— You could've done that yesterday, but it would've been stupid.
— I can quit today and...
— It'd still be stupid. You clear your college debt and celebrate by enrolling in post-grad?

— See, this is why I'm thinking about post-grad.
— Jane, we go to school to prepare us for the real world.
— I'm not sure I like the real world.
— So you want to bury your head in Socrates?
— You know that Socrates never actually wrote anything.
— That's beside the point. If you don't like it, you change it.

— Are you retarded?
— Why are you eating a chocolate cake for breakfast? Have you no shame?
— It's a muffin. You never had a muffin for breakfast?
— A muffin, let's see. Eggs, milk, flour, sugar, cocoa powder, chocolate. That sounds exactly like a cake, but of course, no civilized person
would ever eat a chocolate cake for breakfast.
— You've lost your mind.

— Daniel Posner, Head of Legal.
— Liz Sloane, contemptible liability. And amateur lip-reader. Whose idea were the glass walls? Seriously?

Well, a lesser commander would've left that to a soldier.

I pay you so I can imagine a life I chose to forego in the pursuit of my career.

Kids! There's no better way to butter up a parent than to tell him how hot his kids are.

Nothing is unimpeachable, not even the Constitution.

If you want to set yourself on fire to service your need to win, I won't protest, but Esme? <...> Comparing the United States Constitution to a horoscope?

What do you want? I got 15 million to blow.

Dump it in the recycling. They'll make pencils out of it. Maybe one will find its way into the hands of a reporter with some integrity.

Go home, sharpen your knives. It'll still be on tomorrow.

Seems more people hate banks when the sun's out.