L. Emille Thomas

Earl: You know what? You would've done all right on the streets.

Mick Haller: Shit. Where do you think I am, Earl?

Frank Levin: [looking out of top floor window] You're so vain. Nobody would care if you killed yourself.

Mick Haller: It'd look cool. What do you think the last thing to go through your mind would be?

Frank Levin: Your asshole.

Mick Haller: Yeah.