Illya:
"Not to complain, but this couch is old and lumpy." Napoleon said.
"You have mentioned that before," Illya replied.
After looking around Napoleon commented, "I'm afraid to walk through here with the piles of books and magazines. How can you find anything?"
"I have a system."
Flipping through Illya's record albums: "You only have Jazz."
"I enjoy it."
"No TV set."
"I am not interested."
After his partner had left, Illya looked over his old and sparely furnished apartment. He wasn't sure Napoleon would understand that as an orphan he had been without a home. This was a home, his home.