Consolata: There, now we have been properly introduced. Your lips are amazing!
Walter: Yeah, right.
Consolata: No, I mean it; they are shapely and generous, very sexy.
Walter: My mother called them my dromedary lips. She said my paternal grandfather must have mated with a camel to conceive my dad. She also called my nose a proto-beak.
Consolata: I don't care if she was your mother; those were really stupid things to say. It's cruel and obviously untrue. What else did she say?
Walter: She called me her little troll.
Consolata: Oh god, I said that word earlier, I'm sorry, but you aren't a troll, are you…
Walter: Well, I'm not short and don't hang out under bridges, but my face…