Jack: I didn’t think it would end like this, Jonathan. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
Devon: A whimper indeed, Jack. I only came by to wish you luck in your new venture. What do you think that will be? Selling fake weed to N.Y.U. students?
Jack: I’ll have you know that Barry Diller and I are working on a whole new approach to media, combining all the digital… God! Just let me drink.
Devon: See you around, Jack. Thanks for letting me be such a big part of you hitting rock bottom, huh?
Jack: Not yet, Banks. I can go lower. Into the crevasse.
Devon: What?
Jack: You played this all wrong. You want to humiliate me? You want to destroy me? You should have walked in here with a check.
Devon: Again, what?
Jack: Sure, maybe you’ve ruined my career. Maybe you’ll never see me again. But if you had forced me to take government bailout money you’d be my boss.