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You've been born into royalty baby. You know it. Now you just gotta be thankful, and wear the crown. Ari Gold: [getting off the couch] [shouts] Ari Gold: Lloyd! Ari Gold: [pulling envelope out of drawer] In this envelope, there are the names of eight agents. If anyone catches you, eat directors it. Nod directors if you understand me. Lloyd: I understand. Ari Gold: You can't just fucking nod? Lloyd... I want you to... to swear your undying loyalty to me. Lloyd: Ari... Ari Gold: Listen to me, Lloyd, do you want to make it in this business or fold shirts directors at a Chinese laundromat? Pledge. Lloyd: I pledge my undying loyalty to you, Ari. Ari Gold: Good. Now, I want you to go to each of these agents - discreetly - and say the words "tse-tse fly". Say nothing else. Now go. Lloyd: Ari, are you leaving the agency - Ari Gold: *Silence* is fucking golden, Lloyd. Go. Ari Gold: Listen, Lloyd, I want you to put all my files, folders, binders, *everything* into a box! If you find a used condom, an executioner's mask, and a fucking spike paddle, don't think, just pack that bitch!
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