Rusty: Roxanne, what makes you think I want
          to waste my time 'sitting' one of your
          pathetic, grovelling rich old men?

At this point, I'm just trying not to stare into her lovely ample American breasts because they have a way of getting you to do things you realize you didn't want to do until it is way too late.

Roxanne: This is a little different kind of slave.
          And she's not a client. She's my new pet.
Rusty: She?
Roxanne: Yes, she. (To Haelie) C'mon in, pet...
          It's okay. He's tame.