XRafe: Corinne, what the hell --
Corinne: Sorry, cheri. The kid came to me, and I wasn't ganna lie for you. Maybe if you'd bought me that dress....
Rafe: ...Ellie, look, I can explain....
Corinne: Ah, don't look so gutshot! You were gonna dump her anyway, remember? What did you call her? Your trou de passage? (
lit. 'hole for passing through'; slang for a girl one does not intend to stay with. Not
polite.)
Rafe: I didn't mean... Ellie maybe this.... This might be for the best.
Ellen: No.
Rafe: Ellie!
Corinne: Petit, you should learn when to call a game. I got the style he wants, the body he wants, the look he wants. What have
you got?
Rafe: ... shit.