The hubris.

PRIDE

Winds of Vanity

Vanity.

A box?

Fourth status, self esteem that is, vanity and we're taking vanity and shoving it down here.

Then he'll get it! They'll knock the stuffing' out of him!

First vanity, and now insurrection.

Matchbox

Spraycan

Lunchbox?

My cigar case.

Take your choice.

Powder compact.

Packet Switching was born!

What, packed lunch?

It's a packed lunch.

You're in a tin can.

Can I get a carton?

Yes, my compact.

I've got a tin of coffee.

An unopened tin.

I'd like a can of paint.

My compact!

A pack of Gitanes.

And we're taking vanity and shoving it down here.

But George returned with the same stuffing.

I hope I don't get overcome with power.

ceramic magnet bottle cap

This is a secret identity kit.

Are you packing lunch?

Of course, the milk can is his.

No. Sardines.

The whole thing sounds like a pack of lies.

I dropped my cigarette case.

They're in my mending basket.

It's worth a pack a cigarettes.

Here are your can of hooks, Uncle Birdie.

I had them in a case in my hand.

A pack of English cigarettes.

Fourth, status, self esteem that is, vanity.

Egos, systems of government figuring it out massive change.

Every artist has a certain amount of vanity.

An empty cigarette pack, Ariston brand, a bag of candy...

Egos, of course, again a huge problem.