Tziporah Malkah: Pru

Sirens

Pru

Pru: You're so patronizing, Mr. Campion. Everyone has a rich imagination, what stunts it is capitalist exploitation. You should go to Soviet Russia where the whole population's been liberated. There's an explosion of creativity.
Anthony Campion: Have you been to Soviet Russia, Pru? Have you?
[she doesn't answer]
Anthony Campion: Oh, I'm sorry, I thought for a moment someone actually knew what they were talking about here instead of just banging on in this tired, bohemian way. The only thing communism has exploded is every single value, religious or otherwise, leaving a vacuum of moral anarchy.
Pru: Anarchy is freedom!
Anthony Campion: Balls!
[Estella and Lindsay look at him, shocked]
Anthony Campion: Sorry, sorry. Freedom for the strong to dominate the weak. It's exactly the same situation that's existed before, it's just a different set of bullies.

Anthony Campion: [is told that he and Estella could pose for Lindsay's paintings, if they like] Well, I don't think that's quite for us. Thank you.
Pru: Well, you could always wear a dagger, strategically placed. Or a sword. Whichever you need.

Pru: Imaginations are a luxury.
Anthony Campion: Beg your pardon?
Pru: Most people can't afford them.
Anthony Campion: Well, I don't think imagination is dependent on economics, is it?
Pru: What if you're working in a factory doing exactly the same thing day after day?
Estella Campion: I think an active imagination is what allows people to do that kind of work.
Pru: Oh, well, you'd know, of course.
Estella Campion: I just think that's what you'd have to do. You'd have to be imagining other things.
Pru: Please don't start telling us what the working class does and doesn't think, thank you very much.

Sheela: Watch this. Watch Giddy's skin.
Giddy: Don't you dare. Don't, Sheela.
Sheela: One day we're gonna tickle you. I'm gonna keep tickling you all over.
Giddy: Stop it.
Sheela: Look at her arms and legs. Look at the goose pimples.
Giddy: Sheela, will you be quiet?
Sheela: Do you know who else will be doing it?
Giddy: Shut up.
Sheela: He'll be tickling you, too.
Giddy: He will not.
Sheela: He'll tickle you... there.
[she pokes Giddy]
Giddy: Shhh!
Sheela: If you tickled her long enough, she'd burst, her insides would go everywhere.
Pru: Sea slugs do that. When they get attacked, they spit their insides out. You can eat them and go all night. There are islands where the women gang up and ambush their favourite men and feed them the longest sea slugs they can find. And the men get so incredibly hard, you can hang heavy clothes and jewels and necklaces from their erections.
Giddy: But doesn't it hurt?
Pru: Excruciatingly.
Sheela: I reckon Giddy's guts would be good for that.
Giddy: They would not! My giblets are pure and innocent, like my mind.

Pru: The Industrial Revolution killed the fairies. They were left with nowhere to live.
Anthony Campion: Except our imaginations.
Pru: Imaginations are a luxury.