The prisoner Karl is painting: How's it coming?
Karl: My finest work yet! It's like Matisse mixed with Shakespeare, with just a little Rhea Perlman on top.

Karl: Have you ever been painted? You know, like a painting?
His date: No.
Karl: Then it's settled. We're going back to my place after dinner, and I'm going to paint you. Just like Jack did to Rose.

Hi, I'm Karl.

Sorry it’s taking me so long. I’m just searching for the perfect brush.