[Well, they both got murdered. Fuck polite things like not waltzing into people’s houses like they own the place.]

Hah. Very quaint and English. It’s like I’m a little kid again. …is there a Britain where you are even?

[Shiv looks through the cabinets for some kind of tea and cookie, when Siffrin says that.]

What? I mean, you’re here instead of Sir Dick, so sounds like the trial was kind of a shitshow.