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 that’s left is for Das to do her part.


    Zach Sun: Relying on Das 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 Das cars in twelve different shades so she’ll 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. Ya’ll know I’d win. No contest.


    Ollie vB: So, why are you telling us this?


    Romeo Costa: d you asked. Because at the dealership, I overheard a conversation between two gentlemen, who swore up and down that you’re a member of the Grand Regent board.


    Zach Sun: Care toment 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 you’re 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 THATmon.


    Zach Sun: Are you hiding the fact that you’re 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 fournguages.


    Zach Sun: And you’re an ATP-certified pilot.


    Romeo Costa: And you weren’t dumb enough to get in bed with the headache known as my sister-inw.


    Zach Sun: No offense, Rom, but it’s not like Das 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. I’d hate to make them a car charm for Das to hang on one of her new rearview mirrors.


    Ollie vB: She’s more likely to try frying them with caramelized onions and figs.


    Zach Sun: Why didn’t you tell us you have a job, Oliver?


    Ollie vB: It’s hardly a job. My family can’t fire me.


    Romeo Costa: What else are you hiding from us?


    Ollie vB: Just those three bodies.


    Ollie vB: Oh, and don’t ask me where I was during that Zodiac killer era.


    Romeo Costa: By the way, Das did, indeed, arrive at your ce.


    Ollie vB: I’m aware.


    Romeo Costa: She’s having a lot of fun with Briar.


    Ollie vB: If Das ruins her, I am suing you for emotional damage.


    Zach Sun: Careful or we’ll 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 doesn’t belong in a Walgreens to buy some more lube.