Holli Would: You want to know what it is about you that really kicks my ass, Harris?
Frank Harris: How about my foot?
Lonette: So did you do it while you were back there in the real world? Did you do it while you were real? Do you ever think about going back there so you can?
Frank Harris: There's no reason now.
Lonette: Well, then, we're just going to have to stop pretending now, aren't we?
Jack Deebs: I'm a cartoonist. I drew all this. I have visions. I translate this.
Frank Harris: You do nothing, man. This place exists with or without you. You believe me, right? I'm not one of your creations.
Jack Deebs: Right. You're not pretty enough.
Frank Harris: Good one. Have a seat.
Frank Harris: A little late for a lady to be out on the streets, don't you think? I've got a couple of questions for you, miss.
Lonette: Oh, come on, officer. Let it slide, would you? I'm tired.
Frank Harris: Word is you have a thing for noids.
Lonette: Yeah, I've got a thing for noids, but what's it to you, tough guy?
Frank Harris: Baby, you don't know how tough it is.
Lonette: You're late.
Frank Harris: Ah, you're killing me. Why are you so beautiful?
Frank Harris: Baby, you and me, I can't have that in the real world. I can't live without you. But I can't be with you. What do you do, huh? What do you do?
Lonette: Well, we're just going to have to pretend, then, aren't we?
