— I have a website.
— In which you enumerate 240 different types of tobacco ash.
Could you put something on, please? Anything at all. A napkin?
— "Geek Interpreter", what's that?
— That's the title.
— What does it need a title for?
— Kate! We're going to have a visitor. I'll need a bit of time to get ready.
— A long time?
— ... Ages.
— The game was too elaborate, you were enjoying yourself too much.
— There's no such thing as too much.
— If you're feeling kind, lock her up, let her go and I doubt she'll survive long without her protection.
— Are you expecting me to beg?
— Yes.
— Please. You're right. I won't even last six months.
— Sorry about dinner.
— Don't be alarmed. It's to do with sex.
— Sex doesn't alarm me.
— How would you know?
— Where's John?
— He went out, a couple of hours ago.
— I was just talking to him.
— He said you do that.
Didn't even ask for anything, he just likes to cause trouble. That's my kind of man.