Kitty Kane:
You whoremaster. You...
Nick Murder:
No.
Kitty Kane:
Whoremaster. I smoked your ass out. You two-faced Judas!
Nick Murder:
I am not a whoremaster! My brothers, they're the whoremasters! Not me!
Kitty Kane:
Ever since you grew that filthy little moustache!
Nick Murder:
I am not a whoremaster!
Kitty Kane:
Preening in the mirror like Maria Callas! "Put the cologne all over my back, sweetie." I cook you chicken, fish, no butter low-cal this, low-cal that. I trim your nose hairs, you fuck!
Nick Murder:
I swear on my father's grave, okay?
Kitty Kane:
Oh, another whoremaster!
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