She sighs, still not even looking at him
Lainie: Can I help you?
Lainie: I can feel your eyes on me, sweetheart.
She takes another sip of her martini
Lainie: By the way, my eyes are up here.
She glares at him and takes another sip of her martini.
Lainie: Sooo...what the fuck are you?
She takes another sip
Lainie: People don't usually have wings.
