Roarke: Ah there you are ... a bit affectatious today aren't we.
Tattoo: It's part of my new image.
Roarke: Indeed and what sort of image did you have in mind?
Tattoo: I want to be more like you. Strong, silent, mysterious.
Roarke: Well they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I thank you Tattoo. Ah but why do you wish to be like me?
Tattoo: To attract more broads just like you.
Roarke: Ladies, Tattoo, we call them ladies.
Tattoo: Not the kind I've been attracting.