Romeo Costa: So. Dinner went well.
Zach Sun: If by well you mean the bottom of one, then yeah. Super well.
Ollie vB: Now all thatâs left is for Dallas to do her part.
Zach Sun: Relying on Dallas to do anything is only slightly less risky than relying on Nixon with the keys to a loaded vault.
Romeo Costa: Speaking of my wife, I just came back from the McLaren dealership. Got Dallas cars in twelve different shades so sheâll always match her outfits.
Zach Sun: Did the same for Farrow yesterday, but with Pagani.
Romeo Costa: This is not a dick-measuring contest, Zach.
Ollie vB: Obviously. Yaâll know Iâd win. No contest.
Ollie vB: So, why are you telling us this?
Romeo Costa: Glad you asked. Because at the dealership, I overheard a conversation between two gentlemen, who swore up and down that youâre a member of the Grand Regent board.
Zach Sun: Care to comment on this?
Ollie vB: My father sometimes sends me to remind his employees that things can get much, much worse if I take over.
Romeo Costa: See, I considered this. But the same gentleman insisted to me that youâre coherent, levelheaded, and shockingly good at what you do.
Ollie vB: Are you sure this was a McLaren dealership and not a rehab? Day drinking is not THAT common.
Zach Sun: Are you hiding the fact that youâre smart from us, Oliver?
Ollie vB: Negatory.
Ollie vB: I mean ⦠Nagatury.
Zach Sun: I always suspected you were smart.
Romeo Costa: Your story about returning from summer vacation with a partial lobotomy that docked your IQ never made sense.
Zach Sun: Your investment portfolio is solid.
Romeo Costa: And you speak four languages.
Zach Sun: And youâre an ATP-certified pilot.
Romeo Costa: And you werenât dumb enough to get in bed with the headache known as my sister-in-law.
Zach Sun: No offense, Rom, but itâs not like Dallas is a walk in the park.
Ollie vB: More like a run in Jurassic Park.
Romeo Costa: Careful now. You seem mighty attached to those balls. Iâd hate to make them a car charm for Dallas to hang on one of her new rearview mirrors.
Ollie vB: Sheâs more likely to try frying them with caramelized onions and figs.
Zach Sun: Why didnât you tell us you have a job, Oliver?
Ollie vB: Itâs hardly a job. My family canât fire me.
Romeo Costa: What else are you hiding from us?
Ollie vB: Just those three bodies.
Ollie vB: Oh, and donât ask me where I was during that Zodiac killer era.
Romeo Costa: By the way, Dallas did, indeed, arrive at your place.
Ollie vB: Iâm aware.
Romeo Costa: Sheâs having a lot of fun with Briar.
Ollie vB: If Dallas ruins her, I am suing you for emotional damage.
Zach Sun: Careful or weâll have to conclude that you actually want to marry this woman.
Romeo Costa: It will be a cold day in hell when Oliver von Bismarck walks down an aisle that doesnât belong in a Walgreens to buy some more lube.