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Billy (after Nick barges into his home): Jeez, Nick. Where are your manners? Don’t you know you’re supposed to knock before you get invited into someone’s house?
Nick: I don’t need an invitation, you son of a bitch. All rules went out the window when you decided to mess with my family.
Adam: I shouldn’t be surprised that Billy would want to add Newman Media to his list of treasures. Makes sense that he would take the easy win.
Adam: When Phyllis double-crossed Cane and kept Newman Enterprises for herself, she screwed over four generations of Newmans, including her own daughter. I mean, you almost gotta admire the sheer audacity of it.
Sally: I don’t admire it at all.
Adam: Yes, well you have a soul and conscience. Something that is in short supply at the top of the new masthead.
Billy: You don’t look so good. Your leg still bothering you?
Nick: Go to hell.
Billy: Well, your father could tell me how to get there, huh? If he could afford a map.
Nick: You keep talking and you’re gonna be spitting a bunch of teeth out of your mouth.
Billy: Sorry. Is that supposed to be frightening to me?
Nick: We’ll see. Just keep talkin’.
Billy: Don’t embarrass yourself, Nick. The only blows in this fight have already landed, and they knocked you and the rest of the Newmans on your ass, which as far as I’m concerned – long overdue.
Nick: Wait – you think you’ve won?
Billy: I think it appears that way, yeah.
Nick: It’s not even round one, you idiot. You’re not gonna have time to print up new business cards by the time we’re done with you.
Nick: Your mother sold Chancellor to my father and now you won’t rest until you get it back, and it doesn’t matter how you do it or who you hurt to get there.
Billy: You’re damn right. And let me tell you something, it feels good.
Nick: You know, I actually like this Billy – you being honest. I mean, look at you You’re hurt. So you’re lashing out like a little three-year-old.
Nick: You going after Chancellor isn’t a business move, all right? It’s a temper tantrum from a spoiled brat.
Billy: Oh, are we sinking to name-calling now, Nick? Are we about to fight?
Nick: Say when.
Billy (to Nick, who is recovering from a broken leg and hobbling with a cane and leaning on his good leg): Oh yeah? You want me to hop around on one leg to make it fair?
Nick: You think that’s funny?
Billy: No, I think it’s sad. And it’s embarrassing.
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