“You’re daft.”
“And you’re just being stupid about this whole business.”
“Joanna, I really do not think that this is a good idea… I mean freaking hell there’s got to be a thousand rooms and we’ve seen barely ten of them! Plus it was owned by a couple of severely insane old people who collected god-only-knows-what and hid it everywhere, not to mention the fact you can’t get from one end of the place to the other without at least eight detours because said old couple ‘remodeled’ and didn’t create blueprints or use any logical layout!”
“So what? The Catherine Palace Hotel was a legend when I was growing up! I never dreamed I’d set foot in it…let alone OWN it!”
“So in the middle of your rebellion against an oppressive holocaust of intellectuals, minorities, and those of alternative sexualities you’re living out a childhood dream? Cheshire is going to have a fit when you tell her the reasoning behind your slaughter of her budget for the year.”
“I’m sure she’ll understand.”
“And I’m sure she’ll murder you.”