This is why all my products are five stars.
Wealth writes the laws that governments enforce.
Money can’t buy happiness? Only someone born rich would agree with that.
It’s expensive to be poor. But when you’re rich, they just give you things.
Every fashionable Piltovan owns at least one of my products. So trusting, so naive.
All right, I’ve got companies to buy and a city to crush. So let’s make this quick.
Go away, my dear. Pray for a sense of humour!
I used to have rivals. Now, I have business partners.
I bankrolled your pistol’s maker, Samira. Those guns are mine by right.
Hard work is it’s own reward. Hahahaha! No – it’s the money.
We don’t have to be enemies. Let me change your mind.
Work for me, or work against me – doesn’t matter. Everyone comes to my side, eventually.
Progress comes at a price others aren’t willing to pay.
It’s “Ms. Glasc”, if you value your life.
Doesn’t matter how loud you bark or how hard you bite, Vi. A lap dog’s a lap dog.
Piltover will fall to me, Swain, not to Noxus.
Zeri, perhaps I might have been more like you if my parents had survived – poor and weak.
Entertaining as you are, Jinx. You’re wasting both, your time and your talent.
Where were you when we needed you most, Janna?
How are your parents, Ekko? If only you’d let me help them.
I provide people with two options: Do what I want, or do what I want but with more steps.
You forget whose money made you what you are, Viktor.
Competition is for the weak. I dominate!
We could have done great work together, Singed. Pity.
I love my city. But if I had to burn down Zaun to smoke out Piltover… well.
Sing your little songs of unity while you can, traitor!
“I’ll make you kill your loved ones” is a more effective threat than any gun.
I mean it’s one health potion. What could it cost? Ten thousand gold.
The difference between medicine and poison is the dosage.
It’s “Miss Glasc”… if you value your life.
