Paladin: Lesson number one. Never touch a man in desperation, in anger, or in fear. A real woman, a proper female kind of woman, tries to perpetuate the legend that her touch is as rare as a fine jewel. That it's given only to a very special person at a very special moment.
Lydia: That doesn't make sense. It's not even practical.
Paladin: Lesson number two. Forget all about logic.
Lydia: I told you I don't know how to fix hair! Look at me! And it's all your fault!
Paladin: You're beginning to talk like a woman now. Blame it all on a man. I grade you one hundred percent on that.
Lydia: I hate you.
Paladin: That was also the correct answer and your brows are still a mess.
Paladin: It seems to me if you pile it higher, it'll make your face seem more slender.
Lydia: I don't have a slender face. Do I have to be a liar to be a woman?
Paladin: You'll know when the moment for honesty comes, and it'll make truth out of every illusion you've created.