SWAN-At least you can talk. Plug yourself into the console to sing. You really think she's that good?
WINSLOW-Too good for you.
SWAN-I'll hire her anyway.
WINSLOW-She could be my voice now.
SWAN-Could she? Really? Stop terrorising the Paradise and rewrite your cantata...for Phoenix. We'll both win. You get your cantata sung por the right singer, I open Paradise. We can't waste time. Lock yourself up in here and write.