Ransom Drysdale:
That's some heavy-duty conjecture.
Walt Thrombey:
Funny, Ransom, you skipped the funeral, but you're early for the will reading.
Ransom Drysdale:
[pointing]
Up your ass.
Meg Thrombey:
[angrily]
Oh, very nice!
Ransom Drysdale:
[pointing to each family member as they shout at him]
Matter of fact, eat shit. How's that?
Ransom Drysdale:
[as the family are all shouting at him]
Eat shit, eat shit, eat shit... *definitely* eat shit...
Ransom Drysdale:
I got to do this more often.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:18