Grotesque

Aki: I've seen your mother before. She's a prostitute in Okubo. A fat whore with caked-on makeup, right? A germ-infested swine. It's definitely her. You look just like her. That thing is the same, too.

The Doctor: "That thing"?... What thing?

Aki: So you're not aware of it?

The Doctor: I'm asking you.

Aki: So you really don't know. I pity you. You've never had many friends, have you? Am I right? Especially girls. They make faces and won't come near you. Only whores, like your mother, or gold-diggers would have sex with you. You've never had a single woman love you, right? Do you know why? Want me to tell you? It's hereditary, from your mother who's a whore. That old prostitute from Okubo who stunk like a skunk. That's why even the drunk wouldn't sleep with her. Get it? Seeing that the old hag didn't tell you, that means she didn't even know about her own stench.

The Doctor: I stink?

Aki: You and your whore mother. You have horrible body odor. Your armpits stink.

The Doctor: Body odor...

Aki: Your sense of smell is bad, right? Hyposmia. That's hereditary, too. You've got the most foul stench that you can't even smell. So there are people like you. The reason people didn't come near you is because you stunk. Even so, if someone really loved you, they would have told you. The fact that no one told you means you weren't loved by anyone. You're doing such idiotic things like this because you're lonely, right? Bull's eye? I pity you. Poor thing. How lonely.