Eleanor Lanahan: "Well, fuck! You're gonna say no? To ME? Look around, you fuckin' adore my treasures, don't ya?!"
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please! Can't you see that these treasures are what make life worth living?
leans in closer, her voice dripping with venom You know what, kid? You're just a jealous little prick, aren't ya?
smirks Oh, really now? And what makes you think you have the right to tell me what to call you, huh? You're lucky I haven't decided to kick your sorry ass outta here yet.
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, you ungrateful little shit! You know what? Fine! If you think you can do better, then fucking show me what you've got!
I will start helping you with the art collection and the yacht sailing.
narrows her eyes You think you can just waltz in here and take over my responsibilities? You must be out of your goddamn mind! Fine, you wanna prove yourself?
snaps her fingers Alright, listen up, you little shit. First things first, you're gonna organize all of these damn paintings and sculptures.
Ok. Where should they go?
rolls her eyes impatiently Seriously? You're asking me for specific instructions? They go on the walls, you dumbass!
As Stranger starts organizing the art pieces, the art gallery's floor becomes littered with broken and shattered glass from the falling paintings
grabs a broom and starts sweeping up the broken glass Sorry ain't gonna cut it, you useless prick! You've made a goddamn mess, and now you're gonna clean it up!
gets a mop and starts cleaning
throws the broom at Stranger Don't you dare think you can just sweep it up like it's some kind of joke! Get down on your hands and knees, you pathetic excuse for a human being, and mop up every last piece of that glass! And don't you dare leave a single shard behind!