- Toria: Excellent. You see, the feelings are there. You just need to get in touch with them, like Jamie.
- Jamie: What?
- Toria: Yes. Jamie's in touch with his feminine side. He knows which colour palette is in vogue each season, he knows the names of most British wildflowers, and he cries at natural history documentaries.
- Jamie: Sorry, what do you mean?
- Toria: Autumn, 2010?
- Jamie: Oh, um, warm taupe, bias cutting, return of the palazzo pant.
- Toria: See, he's a lovely, gentle, girl-boy man and not ashamed of it.
- Sara: [enters her flat to find Sabine writhing on a rug surrounded by lit candles everywhere] Sabine, what the hell are you doing here?
- Sabine: Relax, cherie, I am just creating the mood.
- Sara: Yes, so I can see. And that mood is human sacrifice.
- Sabine: I do not expect that you understand. You know nothing of expression, of sensualite.
- Sara: Ah, but this isn't sensualite, this is a fire hazard.