“You’re suing me?” “For two-point-five million,” he confirms, pointing out a spot on the document. “But you-you…you can’t do that.” “I can, actually. Your bullshit sob stories have accomplished nothing but harm my reputation. I might’ve let it go, but then you dragged people I love into it. You know, I really can’t comprehend how you thought dragging my name through the mud was the best way to get to me, but then again, you haven’t always made the best decisions.”
