XClea: Vic, I --
Victoria: Don't. You went dancing off and left me to be the good daughter and clean up after you. Offer your conscience all the sops you want to make up for that, but don't expect me to play along. If you really cared about me, you'd stay the hell away.
Clea: You may as well come out now. God knows what they've planted in those bushes to keep out the plebes.
Lena: I swear I never meant to spy on you, but honey, you were between me and the door.
Clea: I don't care and Vic was too upset to notice. You're the one she was tearin into earlier, weren't you? My, ah, fellow dancer.
Lena: ... I cannot believe Holden told her that.
Clea: To uphold the family reputation for cattiness I should say something like 'at least I keep my clothes on', but havin seen the costumes for our next show I don't think I could keep a straight face.
Lena: It was for two months! I never would have told him if I'd known it was some kind of thing up here. Why do they care?
Clea: They're running short of things to look down on, love. Given that Uptown runs on a false sense of superiority, a most pitiable and desperate shortage. So you when you find you're doin something that pisses them off, consider it your civic duty to keep doing it.
Lena: ... Remind me to keep you far away from Kris.