Succession
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His fathers words continue to ring true: I love you.But you are not serious people.
Wall Street understands this.
The Grays on his team understand this.
(Youre reading documents, she deadpans flatly.)
What does a big sale even matter to him?
As he tells Matsson, hes already rich.
Hugo gets scoffed at for overloading his plate at the Swedish buffet.
(At that point, Kendall has had enough: Maybe its funnier with subtitles.)
At this rate, the corpse wont reach its final resting place until the finale.
And who knows what itll look like when it gets there?
Mourning a monster is still a form of mourning.
Kill List is another episode for the Kieran Culkin Emmy file.
Roman is done being the professional asshole who connects with the Swede.
Yet the episode also gives Shiv a surprising time to shine.
Shes a conspicuous afterthought to the CE-Bros running the company, but she makes herself relevant in the shadows.
(Line of the night contender: Deniability is difficult given she has so much of your blood.)
In the end, Shiv becomes a co-conspirator in her brothers humiliation.
Matsson asks Shiv to sneak a picture of her brothers.
The second producer signed off on leave, citing mental collapse slash overload.
Tom on their Scandinavian excursion: Norway?
Theyre all descended from the same rapists.
Sure, theyre young and theyre fit, she says.
Hammocked in their social security safety nets, sick on vacation mania and free health care.
To which Hugo replies beautifully, Were snakes on a plane.
Thats almost huge, man.
Those darn tenths of a second, huh?
That shit can be traumatic.
Greg doing some reconnaissance on Matssons sexual peccadilloes for Tom: Pretty cold.
When hes fucking randos, he does noise-canceling headphones.
He just lies back, cans on, watches them slide the beanpole.
Frank and Karl have become the Statler and Waldorf ofSuccession.
While everyone else is having a miserable sauna in a fishbowl, Karl cracks, Poor bastards.
Hanging in the window like Peking duck.
Majestic stags, sparring with their memory foam hard-ons?
The writers on this show are very funny and could also bePavementlyricists.
And all this after he likened her thick, chewy earlobes to barnacle meat.
