But I’m sure they also talked about shoes.
Lenore: You’re rich; it makes you arrogant.
Jelly: You’re beautiful, what does that make you? Maybe wealth is as much a product of luck and genetics as your gorgeous eyes and sensational legs, or maybe it’s all part of some vast, nebulous grand design. Who cares? Neither option puts me in debt to anybody else’s morals. If some fool trips over himself in your favor because of how sweetly your skirt wraps around your hip, why ignore the advantage? And if his foolish cousin’s willing to sell a pound of his soul for fistful of silver, why should I keep my wallet closed?
Lenore: And if you can’t tell the difference between the soul and the libido you need more help than even your family can buy.
Jelly: You think I’m sick?
Lenore: Kid, I think you’re desperate.
I’m guessing that there are some conversations that even Jelly’s golden tongue can lose.
But I don’t know if she'd consider the above one of them…
Jelly: You’re beautiful, what does that make you? Maybe wealth is as much a product of luck and genetics as your gorgeous eyes and sensational legs, or maybe it’s all part of some vast, nebulous grand design. Who cares? Neither option puts me in debt to anybody else’s morals. If some fool trips over himself in your favor because of how sweetly your skirt wraps around your hip, why ignore the advantage? And if his foolish cousin’s willing to sell a pound of his soul for fistful of silver, why should I keep my wallet closed?
Lenore: And if you can’t tell the difference between the soul and the libido you need more help than even your family can buy.
Jelly: You think I’m sick?
Lenore: Kid, I think you’re desperate.
I’m guessing that there are some conversations that even Jelly’s golden tongue can lose.
But I don’t know if she'd consider the above one of them…