- Dr. Hess Green: [Ganja phones looking for her missing husband and is forced to ask for a place to stay] Where are you, Mrs. Meda?
- Ganja Meda: I'm at the goddamn airport, that's where I am!
- Dr. Hess Green: Tell me where you are exactly, and I will send the limousine for you.
- Ganja Meda: I'm standing in front of Pan American, and the driver can't miss me, cause I'm that evil.
- [hangs up]
- Ganja Meda: [after becoming dependent on blood] Why am I always cold?
- Dr. Hess Green: [quietly] I don't know.
- Ganja Meda: Are you always cold?
- Dr. Hess Green: Uh hm.
- Ganja Meda: What have you done about it?
- Dr. Hess Green: Grown used to it.