[anxiously, in a slight panic] The world is falling to shit, and there’s no way to prevent it from happening.

[to Feliciano] What I don't get is why you had to spend five hours picking out four three-piece suits for this. Maybe if we were going on a vacation, but this is an *emergency meeting*, Italy.

You think I’m an idiot? I’m *not*. I’ve read the manual three times over. I’ll cite it for you, if you still think I’m wrong. [A pause.] No? I thought so.