Vincent: I-ok...so was she like-your foster mom or somethin'?
"No."
Vincent: Ok-wait-are you a dad!?
"NO! My mom and dad divorced. "
Vincent: Ohhhhhh-ok so the old crone is your mommmmmm-ok got it-
"Yeah."
Vincent: Gotcha. And how old are you, exactly, that you smoke like a 1910's businessman-trust me I would know-and yet you still live with your mom?
"...I don't have enough money to go anywhere but a hotel.."
Vincent: ...Y'know you'd have more money if you didn't spend it on expensive ass cigs right?
"...maybe my money wouldn't go down the drain if you stopped throwing my shit down into gutters!"
