To Theo: You're right, I like to sleep in. Getting up for a desk job - what a nightmare. And when I look at you, your face, your haircut, your clothes, it's the most depressing thing - a flunky working for a boss, parked in a chair for eternity. Without your cologne, you reek of death.
To Theo: You're like a window display - no flaws allowed or you're done. The second you're at a loss for a put down - bang, you're dead!
Again to Theo: You're on borrowed time. So is your gold card, your car, ...