Ackroyd: I’m sorry, am I bothering you?
Edgar: Well, last I checked, you’re suing me. So yes, you are bothering me.
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Ackroyd: I’m sorry, am I bothering you?
Edgar: Well, last I checked, you’re suing me. So yes, you are bothering me.
Thoreau Strickland and Waverly Ackroyd aren’t rivals in the “competitive people who will do anything to outdo each other” sense they’re rivals in the “thinly veiled desire to fuck each other” sense.
Like come ON. Ackroyd even gets jealous and bitter when he notices that Strickland is fawning over Reid. It’s not even subtle.
Thoreau Strickland: I have a science headcanon.
Waverly Ackroyd: Can you just say you have a hypothesis like a normal person.
Thoreau Strickland: So my science headcanon is…
Edgar: Are you aware that, at every job you've been assigned to, your performance review has been “lacks enthusiasm”?
Ackroyd: No, but that sounds accurate.
Ackroyd: Doctor Swansea is going to cause harm in the long run.
Dorothy: He’s causing harm in the short run, too.
Edgar, talking to the other hospital staff members: No, you’re all too valuable to risk.
Edgar: It should be someone expendable.
Edgar: Like Ackroyd.
Ackroyd: HEY!!!
Jonathan: Jellyfish have survived for 600 million years without a brain.
Ackroyd: A ray of hope for some of my colleagues.
Edgar: Actually, I'm in charge, in case any of you have forgotten.
Ackroyd: No, we remember. We just don't care.