— So, how is life as a socialist?
— This glass. The bubbles. They rise to the top. Each bubble has the same chance to rise.
— There is a very peculiar form of socialism.
— And this bottle. Once the cork comes out... you can't get it back in.
— May Carleton spoke about you the way I imagine one might about a party they barely remember, where you crash the car into the dovecote and live on champagne and cocaine for three whole days. You know, that kind of party.
— Only three days?
Mosley tried to surprise Ada with a story about her brother Thomas Shelby's spree.
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me
Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?