Reginald Shaw:
[walking forward, slowly]
Alexander, is it you? Truly?
Frank Taylor:
Truly.
Reginald Shaw:
Show me your teeth.
[Frank opens his mouth, only showing his teeth]
Reginald Shaw:
Aleaxander has crooked teeth, stained from excessive smoking.
Frank Taylor:
Braces and electronic cigarettes.
Reginald Shaw:
He had a high forehead.
Frank Taylor:
I had a migraine for two weeks after the remodel.
Reginald Shaw:
You sound different.
Frank Taylor:
Voice chip implant.
Reginald Shaw:
No, no. I mean the way you speak.
Elise:
Yes, that's right. Alexander was English. This man is American.
Frank Taylor:
[with a slight British accent]
I've actually gotten so used to the American accent, I find it a tad difficult to go back.
Elise:
[scoffingly]
That's pathetic. This man is not Alexander Pierce! He's a tourist.
Reginald Shaw:
A tourist?
Elise:
Someone I happen to sit next to on a train.
Frank Taylor:
[pointedly to Shaw]
How would a tourist know that you kill every man your wife has ever slept with?
Elise:
Because I told him that.
Reginald Shaw:
[to Elise]
You... told a tourist?
Frank Taylor:
Why would she do that? It's absurd.