If you're going to keep pathetically blathering on like that, you might as well take your leave. I'm not going to waste another second of my time waiting for you to fail persuading me of anything.

[ He's wholly unfazed by all her blustering bravado, even more so when she's all talk and no substance. He's priming himself to launch back into another horrible tirade on the evils of consumerism when she denounces him as a pervert, and then his stare abruptly flatlines. ]

What — is that supposed to be convincing? No one with a working brain could possibly buy into such a moronic accusation, I didn't even touch you —