An excerpt for y'all:
James: What did you call your apartment? I'm sorry to change the subject -- but I'm ....
Priscilla: Ravens Gate Manor. What do you call yours? 3C?
James: Do people here -- in the city I guess, do they ordinarily name their apartments?
Priscilla: I assure you I have no idea what people ordinarily do. If I did, I should probably try to avoid it -- so it's best I don't know -- in the inevitable event that sometimes people ordinarily do sensible things in particular circumstances which I would reject out of hand as being ordinary. Like putting a kettle under a leak in the roof or something.
James: Who's lady Beaumont?
Priscilla: I have no idea. What are you talking about?
James: I -- this is a bit embarrassing -- I'm not sure if you told me what your name is.
Priscilla: I might have told you what someone's name is. My name is Priscilla St. Glengles von Bismark.
James: Are you related to Barron Von Bismark?
Priscilla: I don't know. Is he related to me?
James: Is that really your name?
Priscilla: Maybe it is, maybe it's not, Mr. 3C, but the day in which you automatically rate a vetted biography has not yet arrived. We are still at the point where amusing myself is far more important than providing you with news reporting. I get the impression you're still exploring. My last boyfriend was an explorer. He was lost in Africa.
Priscilla: He wasn't a very good explorer, it would seem.
James: Maybe he was a brilliant explorer but just lousy with maps. After all, it seems he found a place nobody else has been able to.
Priscilla: That could very well be. I sent him out for cat litter once and he returned with a fog machine.
James: Really? Like from a disco?
Priscilla: He was completely impractical, but the house was decorated for conversation.