- Looka: So you just go down the hallway, turn right, there'll be a lot of paintings. As soon as you pass the Earl of... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
- [Gazing into Looka's eyes, Sam imagines being swept away on a deep blue wave]
- Sam: [in his imagination] Whoa.
- Looka: ...Gigantic tapestry that I think my mother made. The...
- Sam: Whoa. Those eyes are soulful.