Howard Hughes: Stop there, if you please, Miss Domergue. Have you had surgery, Miss Domergue?
Faith Domergue: No.
Howard Hughes: Do you have scars of *any* kind?
Faith Domergue: No.
Howard Hughes: Wipe off your lipstick. That's much better. Now you understand that you'd be under contract to me. Personally. Do you know what that means? Now turn around for me. Now very nice. You move well. Live with your family, do you?
Faith Domergue: Yes.
Howard Hughes: That's nice. Tell me somethin'. How old are you, Miss Domergue?
Faith Domergue: Fifteen.
Howard Hughes: Holy Mother of God.