“Soap?""School of America in Paris" he explains. "SOAP".Nice. My father sent me here to be cleansed.”
“I'm not British.I'm American."I smile. "Sure you are.""I am.You have to be an American to attend SOAP,remember?""Soap?""School of America in Paris," he explains. "SOAP."Nice.My father sent me here to be cleansed.”
“Let me stay here," he said. "There was soap.”
“I love hotel soaps. For some reason, I always believe those little soaps will bring me luck. So far, they have only brought me soap.”
“You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.”
“I eat bar soap raw, because if you try cooking it, it disappears. The soap turns into soup.”