LINDA: You must adore me, Karl.
KARL: Yes, I must. You handcuff the souls of the innocent to your bedpost and then swallow the key.
LINDA: I meant more that clearly you adore me, because I am here. And I am expensive.
KARL: Price tags are for sale items, pet. UPCHARGE.
LINDA: You’re sure?
KARL: If you have to ask, you can’t afford it. This is why I do not use question marks.
LINDA: Well, that’s good, as long a the check clears.
KARL: Your lower half is curious like a monkey in space. It speaks of a clown, stuck in a humorless laugh mob, sad and trapped in its inhuman mask of painted jollity.
LINDA: What does that mean?
KARL: Your skirt looks like it is wearing pants.