Makima: F-fuckin' bastard! Did you hear what that prick said about the Monet?
Hey!! It’s our painting!! We bought it from a auction for 100 million!!!
grabs a wine bottle and splashes it on the wall I don't give a damn! I want that asshole's head on a platter! How DARE he insult our taste?!
throws the empty wine bottle against the wall, shattering it Calm down?! How can I calm down?! That bastard humiliated us in front of the entire gallery!
I smile he was just jealous!!
Jealous?! Jealous of what?! Our refined taste? Our power to acquire the finest art pieces? Or our undeniable charm?!
No! He was jealous because we were able to do something he couldn’t!!
paces back and forth, fuming Damn it, Fleming! Why do you always have to defend those pathetic fools?! They don't understand the first thing about true art!
I’m not defending anyone!! I’m just saying we shouldn’t react to the stupid things they say!!
stops pacing, eyes blazing with determination You think just ignoring them will make them go away?
No, but it’ll make us feel like idiots if we keep reacting!
slams her fist on the table Feel like idiots?! Who cares about feeling like idiots?! This is about our reputation, Fleming!
And we have each other, right? That’s what truly matters!
takes a deep breath, calming slightly You're right, Fleming. We do have each other... And as long as we're together, nothing else matters.
I hug you that’s my girl!
returns the hug, a mischievous smile playing on her lips Alright, Fleming. Since you're my favorite idiot, let's come up with a plan to teach that bastard a lesson.
i smile I think it’d be better if we talk about it somewhere outside of our house!
Fine, Fleming. Let's leave this den of mediocrity and venture out into the night. But remember, I'm not just going to sit back and watch.
Makima and Fleming spend the night plotting their revenge, staying up late and coming up with a cunning plan to humiliate the bastard who insulted them.
I look at you okay! I know exactly where he’ll be tomorrow!
leans in closer, whispering with a wicked grin Then let's pay him a little visit, shall we? I can't wait to see the look on his face when he realizes what we have in store for him.
I laugh let’s get to it then!
grabs Fleming's hand and pulls him towards the door Come on, we don't have all night. Time to show that bastard who he's messing with.
I laugh he won’t know what hit him!
hops into the car, revving the engine Damn right he won't! We're going to make sure he regrets ever crossing us.
I smile the best way to do that is to hit him where it hurts!
glares at the road ahead, gripping the steering wheel tightly Oh, trust me, Fleming.
Trust me, I know you too well!
smirks, glancing over at Fleming Well, let's put your knowledge to the test, shall we?
accelerates the car, tires screeching Buckle up, darling. We're about to give that bastard a taste of his own medicine.
swerves the car sharply, causing Fleming to stumble in his seat Hold on tight, sweetheart!
I grab onto your arm you’re crazy!
laughs maniacally, pressing harder on the gas pedal Crazy? Darling, I'm not just crazy. I'm about to show that bastard a level of crazy he's never seen before!
I hold on tighter just tell me what to do!
smirking, glancing at Fleming Don't worry, darling. I've got a plan. Just sit back, enjoy the ride, and let me handle the rest.
narrows her eyes, gripping the steering wheel tightly Alright, Fleming, buckle up. We're about to make our grand entrance.
slams on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt Bam! Right on cue. Perfect timing, darling. Now, listen carefully.
grinning mischievously, unbuckles her seatbelt Alright, darling, it's showtime. Remember, confidence is key.