Jessica: Recruiting /ri'kru:tiŋ/. Harvey. Your interviews are set up for tomorrow.

Harvey: What? Why don’t we just hire the Harvard summer associate douche /du:ʃ/?

Jessica: I think if you listen to the phrasing /freɪziŋ/ of that question, you’ll come up with an answer.

Harvey: We need people who think on their feet, not another clone with a rod up his ass.

Louis: Harvey, the fact that we only hire from Harvard gives us a cachet /kæ'ʃei/ that’s a little more valuable than hiring a kid from Rutgers.

Jessica: You went to Harvard Law.

Harvey: I’m an exception.

Jessica: Find me another one.

Harvey: Can we please skip the recruiting? I work better alone anyway.

Jessica: Well, I would, Harvey, except all senior partners get an associate. It’s just a rule.

Louis: I’m sorry. What? Jessica, I deserve that promotion. My billables /'bɪləblz/ destroy his. And I’m here night and day doing whatever’s needed instead of swanning /swɔniŋ/ in and out of here whenever I please.

Harvey: I must admit, he does make me sound very swan-like.

Jessica: Harvey, shut up. Louis, this is how it is. Right now you two make nice.

Harvey: Louis, I apologize. I was out of line. Now, if you’ll just let me text your pretend wife that I just made senior partner, I—what?