Mr. Robot, Season 4

Janice:
Who's this?!

Deegan:
Who the fuck is this?

Janice:
I asked you first.

Deegan:
This is Deegan, who's this?

Janice:
This is Janice.

Deegan:
Oh, yeah, the Dark Army lass! Listen, tell Dom, "thanks for the technicality, we're square now, et cetera, et cetera". Oh, and I'm really sorry about your boys.

Janice:
What do you mean? What "boys"?

Deegan:
The fellas guarding Dom's Mum's house. I had to give 'em a bit of the holy show back there, there weren't no other way.

Janice:
What-- Speak English!

Deegan:
I fuckin' killed 'em, dear. Shot 'em in the brains. With me gun. Don't worry, though, they died with dignity. Well, a few of 'em might've shat themselves, but I believe that's what the Frenchies call de rigueur, innit?

Janice:
Mister Deegan. I don't think that you have taken into account the primal forces you are meddling with here. If you proceed down this path, I will use every means at my disposal to make sure that you nev–

Deegan:
Yeah, yeah. I heard it all before. Take a number. Et cetera and so forth. Now, you have yourself a merry little Christmas. Ta-ta for now, you flange!