XRafe: Saint's tears, girl, ain't you dressed yet? This ain't some half-dole street meetin', we goin' before Lou's own droitman! You gotta come, Darwin ask for you, but if you make us late....
Ellen: You could have gone, you know. To her -- to Corinne's funeral. I wouldn't a minded.
Rafe: What are you on about? Ella, please. I gotta look strong afore the cadre's man.
Aime: That is certainly a thing to worry about.
Rafe: Can you just -- dress nice, an' smile pretty, an' keep you mouth shut? For me? Act like a proper tete's girl, for once.
Ellen: What should he worry about?
Aime: Ah -- I didn't say --
Ellen: Yes. I heard what you didn't say.
Aime: The cadre's right hand don't care about a street tete. But Sullivan and Lafayette have just spent themselves dry on a war nobody won. They'll be hungry. And neither has reason to be pleased with us just now. We're low on cash, we're low on favors, and after the debacle with that waitress we're precious short on love or fear from our own. The Sunset Grill won't pay their beef next month. Others will want to follow. A few at first, but....
Ellen: But Rafe can -- We'll pull out of it, oui? Rafe'll fix it?
Aime: That is... certainly a possibility.
Ellen: I... I gotta get dressed.