XCorinne: Lena got between two tetes in a war? An' she supposed to be the smart one.
Faden: They somethin' between her and Murdoch?
Corinne: Tu jokes la, oui (you're kidding, right?) Madeline Dupree herself could walk up to that bastard wearing a scarf an' a smile, an' all he'd say was 'no beer, no tip.' As for Lena, she got no taste for red meat. She got a whole college full a rich boys for her huntin' ground. She ain't lookin' to live off two-bit tips her whole life if she don't jump sharp.
Faden: So how's you hunt goin'? Softened lover-boy up yet?
Corinne: Look, Faden, I ain't stupid. You want me spyin' on Rafe for ya. I got that. What I don't got is any goddamned reason to do you favors.
Faden: Come on, ma belle, don't be that way. That little twit Darwin too clever for my likin'. I need to keep him softened up, keep a little ground for myself, you know? So I give you a sympathetic ear, you give me a little nudge when somethin' interesting come along....
Corinne: We ain't friends. Fuck off.
Faden: Is that so? Here's the thing, ma belle. Your Rafe's got his pride, oui? If he found out you handed la petite fleur (the little flower) over to me... well, you know how boys are. You don't want to -- how did you put it -- live off two-bit tips. Or get you pretty face all sliced up. Now do you? Then I reckon we are friends. The very best of friends.
Corinne: It's me again. I know. This won't take long. I just need... I need a new lock.