Kyle struggles with the possibility that he has gone mad, that his mind has closed in on itself and he will never return from his sex crazed dementia to the real world, but he cannot think of any way to know for sure, so he just sits and stares.

Sister Isabella: Kyle, I think you are very handsome, I mean it. Some young men your age are a little hard to look at, but your personality and masculinity are very appealing, but damn it to hell, you are so serious! Are you afraid that if you smiled it would break your face?

This causes Kyle to blush, smile, then laugh and shake his head.

Kyle: A nun who curses. How is that possible?

Sister Isabella: They're just words. They convey meaning. It's not a sin to convey meaning. Now this veil is about to fall off so it has got to go.