Alberta Trager: I'd rather imagine a man than know him for sure. Alberta Trager: Lucy, it's interesting how you always wear black and deny yourself food. Lucy Trager: It's not that interesting, really. Alberta Trager: Where is your joy, Lucy? Lucy Trager: God! Why are you always everywhere with something to say?! The Painter: I'm flattered that you like my ass. Sylvie Morrow: I'm thankful that woman is here. She's a pill but highly effective. Thomas Trager: Here's my kiss and you can fax me your hug. Sylvie Morrow: You just have to follow your intuition. Rebecca Trager Lott: My intuition is fine, it's yours I'm worried about! Alberta Trager: We are who we are, irrespective of the company we keep. Rebecca Trager Lott: Which is why ever since some painter screamed for his idiot dog with a stupid name we've been unable to utter one intelligent word.