OK, shirts and skins!
Pardon me, sir. I have to be a shirt.
What?!
I'm allergic to the sun.
You're allergic to the sun.
Very, very, very deathly, deathly allergic.
Well, we like to accommodate, here at Illyria, so I'll follow you around with a parasol. Alright, nancy-boy? [Marks his clipboard] You're a shirt.




