Mr. Robot2015

Scott Knowles:
Look, I know you think you were a shoo-in for CTO, and you're pissed... probably wishing i'd fall into the subway tracks. So how about you cut the bullshit.

Tyrell Wellick:
I'm afraid your paranoia has gotten the best of you but, nevertheless, please excuse me, I'll leave you to review your notes before Spencer arrives. Oh, and thank you for dinner. Entire evening was enchanting, the food, the wine, your lovely Sharon. Please tell her I say hello.

Scott Knowles:
[pauses] Did you enjoy the view... what, do you think she wouldn't tell me.

Tyrell Wellick:
I, I'm not sure what you're trying...

Scott Knowles:
You wanna watch me piss, too? I've had several glasses of water.

Tyrell Wellick:
Scott, a misunderstanding...

Scott Knowles:
Happy to pull my dick out for you if that's your thing, watching the Knowles family urinate [unzips pants] . Hell, I could fly my brother in from Miami, he has the bladder of a small child. You'd probably bust a nut watching him take a leak.

Tyrell Wellick:
I'm not sure what she told you, but if I were you I would tell her to find more appropriate ways of managing her imagination.

Scott Knowles:
Tyrell, I want you to accept the hard truth, right here, right now in front of me. You are not going to be CTO. I want to see that look wash over your face. It's the only way I'll know you'll stop playing these silly, silly games.

Tyrell Wellick:
Oh, I'm fully aware of your CTO, Scott. I'm not sure what more I can offer you [begins to leave the room] .

Scott Knowles:
Wait... here [removes the expensive watch from his wrist, extends it towards Tyrell, and gestures with it as he continues to speak] . I feel bad, after all you've got a child on the way, you need all the help you can get. In fact, this would probably pay off the rest of your mortgage. Aren't you still in that neat little two bedroom in Chelsea... There [points at Tyrell] . That's the look I was looking for.