You sure did, high-roller. Still ain't enough for your appetite.

[Since it all started with feeding a monstrous need.]

What are you gonna do with--?

[On his head, over his eyes. That's about one hundred and ninety dollars worth of wet silk covering his eyes.]

Wash your damn self then.

[Unless he wants Larry to do it on touch alone. It's hard to hear where the kid is with the water running. Should he move.]