Loren: What's with the masking tape?
Oska: I'm establishing boundaries.
Loren: huh?

Oska: I'm fed up with all your scraps of paper and
falling-apart sketchbooks being blown all over
my parts of the room.
Loren: Your parts of the room?

Oska: From now on--if any of your crap blows over this line I'm gonna burn it.
Loren: That's a bit harsh isn't it?

Oska: No. So this side of the line is my side.

Oska: and this side is your side.
Loren: But my computer is on your side.

Oska: If it's on my side...it's my computer.