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.
LINDA: I don’t think a skirt can wear pants, Karl.
KARL: Tish and pish, Linda. Facts are for the stubborn. INVENT.
LINDA: Okay, well, I will INVENT that perhaps my pants are wearing a skirt. Or they’re tights. The issue is as murky as my clothes are dove-white.
KARL: Do not speak of doves. They have the feet of liars.
LINDA: … Wait, I’m lost.
KARL: Become found.
LINDA: What was the question?
KARL: You don’t listen. Wealth is the answer. I am too rich to question.
LINDA: So… you don’t like the white tights.
KARL: To think about them is to make them real. And so I drift. ROW.
LINDA: I’m upping my price.