Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. And have you thought any more about... Ow!
Maybe.
Well, it's delicious. It tastes like it.
We can do whatever you want us to do,
They ran around in Shanghai together.
"What is this grieving senator's mysterious hold on Shiv Roy?"
Why don't we talk this over with Sandy?
- Well, thank you. - Or it'll feel like forever.
Sandy?
to come to the wedding.
Join in, by the way. Feel free.
Am I... Am I a total jerk?
- Nice to finally meet you. - Tom Wambsgans.
He was just there. Where'd he go?
I mean, if you want to go...
I do have something I need to tell you.
Oh, yeah, we don't talk about that.
Yeah, well...
OK, I get that.
Look, I'm sorry. OK?
I hear you might have something explosive
to you before.
Got any protein for us to use?
I don't know, I mean, like,
a certain dickish quality about him.
No.
but I'm not completely sure.
Refined? Ahh.
She can't be that bad.
You know the Canadians, right?
Oh, keepin' busy.
- You know you want to. - I'm goin' butt-first.
Put the dogs on him? Tell him there's no seat, he's gotta stand?
Tell me again why you're marrying him.
In the end, Gil, I'll do whatever you want.
They're journalists, Shiv, not remote-controlled little...
so you can fuck off.
who has literally no idea what he's even talking about.
One of the big guys when I land it.
How is the big man? Well, well, well.
- And Tom needs to be clean. - Oh.
Well done on Tom.
You don't need to remind me of my Adam Smith.
- Hey, Tom! - Hey, hey!
But sometimes they totally are.
Oh. Hi, I'm Stewy.
Nate.
No. You're wrong.
Doesn't sit well.
and let's close-coordinate on the minute it's presented.
- You're Greg Egg. - Excuse me?
Do you, Con?
It's not gonna be a problem, it's Tom's.
Uh-huh. You recruiting?
that I, uh, I did meet Nate.
So.
I'm just pathologically incurious.
Uh, good. OK, yeah.
- Shall we? - What?
I could do with knowing about the bad thing in Cruises.
The 19th for the bear hug?
You've got a very persuasive daughter.
I'm happy for you.
rift, do we just...
Exactly.
About taking the company out of family control, forever?
Gil.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
An acceleration.
Yes, unless it never comes out. You know?
Are you insane? What do you want this to be,
Yeah, sure.
- however you want to put it. - And you're happy with that?
when we met, I was in such a mess.
But Marcia called Tom, and...
I mean, look at this fuckin' place.
You think I used to concentrate on you?
Gil, you don't need to focus on this. We can hit it.
on nothing but me for just 15 minutes.
And what do you do, Connor?
No leaks. Please. Not to Frank, not to anyone.
I work in hospitality, Charlotte, so I can smell bullshit.
I probably have a tumor eating me inside-out.