KATHRYN: Where did that come from?
BUNNI: I told you, I worked as an exotic dancer.
KATHRYN: A job for which you seem to have been overqualified.
BUNNI: Thank you.
KATHRYN: I'm not talking about the rack on your red-brick shed, Doc.
You broke that boy's brain with the look on your face.
KATHRYN: I can read a man and figure out his hot-buttons. You, though... you read that ingress agent, found his buttons, and then told him which one you were going to push.
KATHRYN: He thought he knew what was coming, but he was putty in your hands.
BUNNI: I did not touch him with my hands, or anything else.
KATHRYN: I know! I have to at least brush an elbow with my finger-tips, and I never try to call my shots. You're good.
BUNNI: Eight-ball, corner pocket.
KATHRYN: Heh. But you called a shot on two balls, sank 'em both, and they're staying in your pocket forever.