[angrily] Why wasn't Fink-Nottle at dinner?
Perhaps he wasn't hungry.
I'm looking for him.
Oh. Right. Well uh...any message if he should turn up?
Tell him I'm going to break his neck!
Break his neck. Right. And, uh, if he should ask why?
He knows why! Because he's a butterfly who toys with women's hearts and throws them aside like soiled gloves.
Do butterflies do that?
Are you trying to be funny?
No, no, no.
Good.

