"You're looking so well, darling, you really are... they've done a marvelous job. I don't know what sort of cream they've put on you down at the morgue, but... I want some."
001: It's quite a thing, winning the loyalty of a woman like that for nineteen consecutive seasons.
002: Um... yes, sir.
001: She's very fond of me, you know.
002: Yes, sir.
001: I've never seen her like that before.
002: No, sir.
001: She was shaking like a shitting dog.
002: ...Truly.
Madame D.: Come with me.
M. Gustave: To... fucking Lutz?
Madame D.: Please!
M. Gustave: Give me your hand. You've nothing to fear. You're always anxious before you travel. I admit you appear to be suffering a more acute attack on this occasion, but truly and honestly... oh, dear God, what have you done to your fingernails?
Madame D.: I beg your pardon?
M. Gustave: This diabolical varnish; the color is completely wrong!
Madame D.: Oh really? Don't you like it?
M. Gustave: It's not that I don't like it; I am physically repulsed.
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"Did he just throw my cat out of the window?"
002: Um... yes, sir.
001: She's very fond of me, you know.
002: Yes, sir.
001: I've never seen her like that before.
002: No, sir.
001: She was shaking like a shitting dog.
002: ...Truly.
Madame D.: Come with me.
M. Gustave: To... fucking Lutz?
Madame D.: Please!
M. Gustave: Give me your hand. You've nothing to fear. You're always anxious before you travel. I admit you appear to be suffering a more acute attack on this occasion, but truly and honestly... oh, dear God, what have you done to your fingernails?
Madame D.: I beg your pardon?
M. Gustave: This diabolical varnish; the color is completely wrong!
Madame D.: Oh really? Don't you like it?
M. Gustave: It's not that I don't like it; I am physically repulsed.