What happened to you?
Get in a fight?
Friendly contest.
Why did he accept me?
Because he's a very, very, very old man, and like all rotten bastards, when they become old, they get lonely. Which has no effect on their dispositions, but it does teach them the value of company.
[He throws her the baggage]
Well, just seeing those steps again makes me ache. You're gonna have a lot of fun carrying buckets of water up and down that ****er.
When will I see you again?
That's the name of my favorite soul song of the seventies.
What?
Nothing. When he tells me you're done.
When do you think that might be?
That, my dearest, depends entirely on you. Now, remember: no sarcasm, no backtalk. At least not for the first year or so. You're gonna have to let him warm up to you. He hates Caucasians, despises Americans, and has nothing but contempt for women, so in your case … it might take a little while. Adiós.
