Ohhhhh, listen to you! My Trixie, my girl, my doll! You don't love me! You just love the idea of owning me!
(Trixie begins to descend the stairs and walk into the living room)
Your always too busy with your organization rubbing out a rival, bribing a flatfoot, blackmailin' a Senator! You always say ya never has time for me but I see yus got plenty a time to hug and kiss your friends! You sure use ta treat me differently before we were married. Oh, those were the days. Holding hands while walkin' thru the park in the sunset, tender kisses peppered with your expressions of undying love for me, and kindness. You showed such wonderous kindness to me. Opening doors, wrapping your jacket around me in the cool night breeze, and listening to me.
(Trixie pauses as she basks in the memories she is recalling. Then she turns to Khushrenada)
Ya used to listen so patiently to me and ya cared, ya really cared about what I had to say and valuing my opinion. And now? Ha! It's Trixie do this. Trixie do that. Shaddup, Trixie. You think I'm just another one a' your boys to order around. Another cog in your organization's machinery. Well, I'm not! I'm your wife and it's about time you started treatin' me with the love and respect like ya promised to the preacha!
(Trixie sits down on a couch and crosses her arms across her chest while giving Khushrenada a look of defiance)