Elizabeth: "The plan. I'm figuring you make a breathless entrance into Catherine's apartments. Dawn, probably, to give it a sense of drama and urgency, excitement. Me, Archie. "Pugachev has written and I can solve this problem in exchange for gratitude and a list of demands."" *laughs* "Oh, your face." Archie: "Uh, it's the marzipan. I'm not a fan." Elizabeth: "Pugachev. Charismatic man, but an employee mentality, even in the bedroom." Archie: "You fucked him? How was that?" Elizabeth: "That is what you take from my revelation you're behind Pugachev? Oh, you want to fuck him." Archie: *sighs* "Jesus Christ!"
Elizabeth: "Oh, you poor thing. How tormenting."








