Walter: Hi. Fudge all gone, need some more sugar?
Consolata: I was hoping you had reconsidered my offer. People say you're a monster, or a troll, I don't believe it. So are you?
Walter: A troll eh, ouch. I'm trying to be nice here, but it really isn't any of their business what I look like, or yours for that matter. I'm beginning to think you're just trying to trick me into coming to the door so you can gawk. Use your imagination, am I a misshapen agoraphobic geek or a hideous mutant Vampire that can't come out during the day or night? I don't care what people think, as long as they leave me alone, you included.