Richmond: "I mean, how hard is it to tie my shoes?"
Jamie: "I just like it down here."
Linden: "I guess if you were a normal girl with parents, you would have things like this. Lip gloss, windchimes indoors, barrettes. A bed."
Outside the window, there's a sad-ass ashtray full of the constant rain. Linden stares at it for awhile; thinks about gum.
Linden: "Man there is something about this house that makes you just stare into space forever."
Holder: "Linden, the person in the mysterious limo was Michael Ames. He had an overnight bag with him, just like Rosie did."
Linden: "People with overnight bags sleep with each other."
Holder: "I guess so. Listen, he was supposed to fly to Vegas and never got on the plane. Sound like anybody we know?"
Linden: "Stop making fun of my mental illness."
Linden: "Grieving Aunt. We need to speak to you about being a prostitute."
Terry: "Okay, let me just send these little boys to their classrooms first before we talk about that."
Terry: "My whorehouse was having a party, and I met Michael Ames, and we fell very much in love. It was not a sex date, just a party. We didn't even kiss that first night."
Holder: "I thought hookers didn't ever kiss on the mouth."
Terry: "Whatever. Sex workers get no respect. So yeah, he told me we were going to get a condo together and he was going to leave that amazing house and his super scary wife and rapist son and come live with me in Crazytown forever."
Linden: "Did that really happen."
Terry: "No, I am just a psycho stalker."
Holder: "Were you supposed to go with him to Vegas that night?"
Terry: "Yeah, I even had an overnight bag."
Terry: "Look, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I am probably a very sad hooker who got sold a bill of goods by an incredibly corrupt local contractor and is even now living in a fantasy world that is going to get my creepy ass killed."
Linden: "All true."
Terry: "But what we have in common is, we both want better for ourselves. Like me, I want a rich husband so I can go from being a regular prostitute to being the socially sanctioned kind. And he wanted a better life with a spooky lady who only accepts fine crystal dining ware for her sex favors."
Linden: "It is indeed a win/win."