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[Baroona is laying in a pile of the classiest suit brands in the world. Among them small labels are visible, peeking out of the suits with names like Armani, Brioni, Ralph Lauren, Kiton, Canali, etc. etc. The suits themselves are wrinkled and on a few are traces of ash from Baroona's cigarettes. Baroona himself seems annoyed.]
I don't understand the point of giving clothing a name. [He picks up a suit, furrows his brow at the label on it and then tosses it aside. Continues smoking.] I don't see the point of many things here. It's like everything has an added step. As if one weren't enough. [A quick scowl. Taps the cigarette out over a Ralph Lauren suit. Mutters:] I only wanted one...
[He sighs, puts out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and sits up. He looks at the camera for a bit before picking up an Armani suit and showing it to the camera.] Anyone need a suit?
I don't understand the point of giving clothing a name. [He picks up a suit, furrows his brow at the label on it and then tosses it aside. Continues smoking.] I don't see the point of many things here. It's like everything has an added step. As if one weren't enough. [A quick scowl. Taps the cigarette out over a Ralph Lauren suit. Mutters:] I only wanted one...
[He sighs, puts out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and sits up. He looks at the camera for a bit before picking up an Armani suit and showing it to the camera.] Anyone need a suit?