Lewis and I played my-God-how-tacky-is-that? with Patrick's collection of objets d'crap, finally coming to the conclusion that only a going-out-of-business sale at a whorehouse could really explain a lot of it.

“I'm still alive. And I'm still fabulous.”

“at least this way we're safe in a room with a door that locks. And the sign say…”

“But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happe…”

“I do hope nobody else here has any other surprises planned, because if you so m…”