Front Man | In-ho: Join me, Gi-hun! You feel it too—I know you do!
Gi-hun: Never! My heart belongs to Young-il, and you murdered him in cold blood!
[Later]
Front Man | In-ho [dramatically collapsing onto a velvet couch in his office]: I GOT REJECTED… BECAUSE OF MY OWN ALTER EGO.
Masked Officer: [awkwardly patting his shoulder] There, there…
In-ho | The Front Man: [swirling whiskey in a glass with a cold smirk] Tell me, Player 456, have you ever seen a documentary on seahorses? It’s actually the male seahorse who—
Gi-hun: [interrupts with an exaggerated sigh, rubbing his temples in frustration] Oh, for the hundredth time... No, I can’t carry your damn young.
In-ho | The Front Man: [throws his glass of whiskey against the wall] Damn it!
[Gi-hun storms into the room, clearly agitated.]
Gi-hun: Kids. Bed. Now. I want to talk to your father.
In-ho: No! Kids, stay! Please, stay!
Gi-hun: Go!
In-ho: Stay!
Gi-hun: Go!
In-ho: Stay!
Gi-hun: You go!
In-ho: Dae-ho, stay!
Gi-hun: Now!
In-ho: Jun-hee, don’t move!
Gi-hun: You go!
In-ho: Jung-bae, stay!
Gi-hun: Get out of here!
In-ho: Don’t leave me!
Gi-hun: You get out of here!
Seong Gi-hun: Jun-ho, after a string of doomed, toxic relationships, I think I’ve finally found a healthy, stable partner in Young-il.
Hwang In-ho (a.k.a. "Young-il"): [smirking like a cat that just swallowed a canary] Hello, I'm Young-il. It's nice to meet a friend of Gi-hun's.
Hwang Jun-ho: [stares at In-ho, then at Gi-hun, then back at In-ho. Slowly facepalms.] Oh my God…
Seong Gi-hun: [nervous laugh] Wait, why are you making that face?