Elektra: You have helped me live my dreams.
Dick: So then why would you want to change what we have? Do you understand how weird this is? Now, when I met you, you were dancing for chasers for dollars in that cum-stained shithole that I took you out of. And I gave you a life -- look at me. And I gave you a life, a real life, and now you repay me this way?
Elektra: I'm 40-years-old, Dick, and I see things as they are, too. You think I'm not aware that you'll trade me in for some young knock-off one day. That is why I must do this. For me. For my future.
Dick: Well, if that future involves this procedure, it obviously doesn't include me.