Grant: Ok, so he's a bit of an overachiever. He was in this architecture phase for ages. It was a nightmare. Do you have any idea what it was like with him remodeling every five minutes?

Kore: No, it's fine. I always wanted a closet large enough so that I could dress for dinner to the accompaniment of a Wagner opera.

Kore: There's enough cabinetry here to torch all Moscow.

Grant: So , get your stuff.

Kore: He's a pervert, isn't he.

Grant: It could be worse. At least he's got all his hair.

Kore: Eh.

Kore: I can't stop thinking...did I lose some cosmic contest? Why must I do this?

Narration(Kore): And he just looks at me like I'm some...mortally wounded pet that he'll have to mercy kill.

Narration(Kore): That was a mistake. It'll take more than batted eyelashes for him to pity me. This will be tricky.

Kore: Suitable?

Grant: Funereal. He's a black-tie and sequins kind of guy.

Kore: How nouveau.

Kore: Here, cut me out of this. My guild leader cinched me up, and I can't even reach the laces.

Grant: Well this is quite a butter knife!