while you're the first lady of New York?
You didn't save me. You got rid of me.
I did disappear.
But my children were menaced again,
and I had no choice.
And after the hell Conrad put me through,
I regret ever having left that plane.
Because of him,
I've become just as much a prisoner of these walls.
Maybe we should switch.
If it's retribution you're seeking,
perhaps you've forgotten who's to blame.
Still so damn good at pointing that finger of yours.
I'm well aware that Conrad owes me big.
Keep my little drop-in between us...
and maybe I'll go easy on you.
Low returns like these are expected early
in a publication's life.
It took three years for my father
to turn a profit with European "Voulez."
We'll do it in one.