Ransom Drysdale: That's some heavy-duty conjecture. Walt Thrombey: Funny, Ransom, you skipped the funeral, but you're early for the will reading. Ransom Drysdale: [pointing] Up your ass. Meg Thrombey: [angrily] Oh, very nice! Ransom Drysdale: [pointing to each family member as they shout at him] Matter of fact, eat shit. How's that? Ransom Drysdale: [as the family are all shouting at him] Eat shit, eat shit, eat shit... *definitely* eat shit... Ransom Drysdale: I got to do this more often.|