GORDON

GORDON 
Permission to kiss my ass. 
GORDON 
Been a long time. How’s my firm? 
GORDON 
Well, Harvey, still the same cocky son of a bitch you were in the mailroom. But you didn’t come here to gloat. So, what do you want? 
GORDON 
You want to cut in the associates? I don’t think so. 
GORDON 
You can poach the top talent from every firm in town.   
GORDON 
Sharp enough to know I can name my price. Because you can’t restructure without my sign-off. 
GORDON 
Last year, I gave ten million to World Health Relief. They wanted a new headquarters, and I wanted my name on a building. So, we drew up an agreement, I cut them a check. Two months later, they diverted the funds to fight some malaria outbreak in West Africa. 
GORDON 
Hey. A deal was made, and a deal was broken. And I’m not some chump who’s going to let himself get taken. 
GORDON 
I don’t give a shit if you break some legs. Get me my money back or get my name on a building and you can have my sign-off.  
GORDON 
You get that issue of mine resolved?  
GORDON 
Actually, Harvey, I’m not.  Because I know what this whole thing is really about. 
GORDON 
Getting Jessica Pearson paid.  And spare me the stock option bullshit. Because Louis Litt would slit his wrists before he’d cut his own mother in on the profits. 
GORDON 
No, Harvey. I want back in the game. 
GORDON 
Think about it. Jessica’s name is about to come down in disgrace. What better way to replace it than with a former Name Partner riding to the rescue?  
GORDON 
Well, you know what they say, Harvey. Karma’s a bitch. For that matter, so is Jessica. 
GORDON 
(laughs) Is that any way to treat your newest colleague?  
GORDON 
Then sue me. Because I’m not signing that thing until my name is up on your wall.