Patrice: Everyone in my family's creative. And even though I'm working as an accountant now, I'd really like to eventually live exclusively on my Papier-mâché hats
George: I don't understand. Papier-mâché hats?
Patrice: Uh-huh.
George: What if it rains?
Patrice: They're art. You hang them on the wall.
George: Oh, art!
Patrice: It's my creative outlet. One of my passions.
George: Any money in it?
Patrice: "Who so belongs only to his age, references only its popinjays and mumbojumbos..."
George: Of course, right.
Patrice: Thomas Carlisle, 1864.
George: Tommy C.