Bailey: London, we need to talk. It's not easy for me say, and it won't be easy for you to hear.
London: It's about my eye and makeup, isn't it? I'm about to change it.
Bailey: No. It's about Luca. He doesn't really like you; he just likes your money.
London: Oh Bailey, poor, jealous, badly dressed Bailey!
Bailey: I'm not jealous! It's true. I overheard Luca talking with his uncle. They're conmen and you're the mark.
London: No, Bailey. I'm the London.