You're a pretty little southern belle. You like the fact I'm saying that, but like hell you're going to admit that. You've got issues, lots of issues. Parents are a real bitch, aren't they? I could tell you stories, trust me. But you won't ask me to, because you like to keep those problems to yourself. Besides, even if it was just me doing the talking, you wouldn't want to listen. That would mean getting close and like hell you want to do that. Life is all about look, but don't touch.

[Nope, not moving to go after her. He just kneels down to give Babe a scratch under the chin.]

But you like the looking. You've got it and you know it.