XCorinne: I don't get what I'm doin' wrong.
Faden: With Darwin? Reckon you scared him. Girl as got, what, ten years on him starts flashin' her goods --
Corinne: Four or five years at most, you asshole. Guys his age ain't supposed to turn it down, anyhow. He's supposed to be easy, not jumpy as a cat. Maybe he likes boys.
Faden: And Rafe?
Corinne: Rafe went the way he was supposed to. Rafe was perfect. He's predictable, you know? Keeps his promises, even if you gotta pin him ot the wall to get 'em, and he watches out for what's his. Even that dumbass girl he don't want -- he'll protect her, you watch. He'll take care of her. He promised. Seriously, what the fuck am I doing wrong? I ain't asking for anything complicated or emotional, I got that kicked out of me long ago. Just a simple business arrangement. Just one goddamn guy with deep pockets who don't beat me or pass me around to his friends or vanish the minute I got a problem. I get took care of. He gets laid. It ain't that much to ask.
Faden: Sounds sensible to me.
Corinne: Yeah, well. You got all the marks of a vanisher, honey, so the offer ain't open to you.