Oliver: How we doing?
Tommy: We're in the black, and the green.
Oliver: I like how we've gone from throwing money at clubs to catching it. Oh look at these. What sort of business has a lost and found that's just filled with women's underwear?
Tommy: The best business ever?
The Count: Looks like I'm the last one standing. Sitting. Spinning. Something to do. What was I going to do? Memory not what it once was. Nothing what it once was. Is there a name on the gravestone? No. It's new. And clean. And waiting.
Quentin: Guess I owe your boyfriend an apology.
Laurel: He has a name, you know.
Quentin: Yeah, I just can't bring myself to use it. Baby steps.