"Already I'm bored."
"--am by birth a Genevese;--"
"Do we care where you were born when you are still just an 'I'?"
"--and my family is one of the most distinguished of that republic."
"Geneva is a republic?"
"My ancestors had been for many years counselors and syndics--"
"Gott helfen, she's making me open my thesaurus on the second sentence. Who did you say you were, sweetheart?"
"Any relation to--"
"Oye, oye, oye. Does he have any projects--"
"No! Now back to my story. It's a modern Prometheus, you see--"
"Percy and I go way back--"
"I don't think so. We're talking about *my* book now. It is a story of science gone wrong, but really it's--"
"I assumed this was a novel of manners or a romance."
"There is an aspect of romance, but--"
"I'm telling you right now, emphasize that aspect until there is nothing else...and get Percy to co-author it, top-billing."
"This is my story--"
"This is non-negotiable."
"Well, if it has a science aspect, then use a male nom de'plume, at least, or publish anonymously, if you want to be taken seriously. You do want to be taken seriously, right?"
"Like now? Sir, you are a blasted tree; the bolt has entered your soul; and you should survive to exhibit what you shall soon cease to be--a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to yourself."
"Now, you're talking, sweetie. Did Percy write that for you?"