McAshton: What is the meaning of all this? Do you want me to lose business?
McAshton: And besides, that you insist upon smoking in my home is grounds enough for me to throw you out.
Rookery: You wouldn't do that, my lord. After all, I'm the only one around who can help you solve your problem.
McAshton: (inner dialogue) Oh, dear.
McAshton: How do you know I have a problem?
Rookery: Isn't it obvious?
McAshton: What it is is none of your business.
Rookery: But you do have a problem, my lord.
Rookery: Just so happens I require...payment for my services.
McAshton: Do you realize what you're implying? This is a kids' movie!
Rookery: Not anymore. I'll have you know I was allowed to pull a gun last night.
McAshton: *is aghast*
McAshton: Wh-wh-wh-
Rookery: Beg pardon?
Rookery: But it's nothing of the sort I'm sure you're thinking. I happen to be the only man around trained and paid to kill vampires.
Rookery: Amirite?
McAshton: Alright, suppose you are.
Rookery: See, now we're getting somewhere.
McAshton: But before we discuss this anymore, I'll need to see a biting.
Rookery: (inner dialogue) Hmm, I'm sure that can be arranged.
McAshton: Now that we're clear, kindly get out of my house.
McAshton: I, for one, would like to keep living in the delusion that this is a family friendly piece of filmmaking.
McAshton: And I kindly suggest you let others do the same. Understood?
Rookery: Can't run from the truth forever, my lord.
Rookery: Alright, let's go.
Butler: My, what an interesting jacket.
Tony: I can't believe aristocrats were supposed to keep track of all this.
Tony: I mean pages and pages, and they had to have it all memorized.
*is feigning domestic bliss*
Bob: *is not feigning workaholism*
Dottie: Ahh, there we go. Perfect table setting, beautiful family, fabulous tea, and a cute little stirring stick in the foreground that...that no one will notice. *threatens tears*
Tony: Dad, how much do you know about crests?
Bob: Sorry, what?
Bob: Oh. Plenty, Tony.
*is really, really uncertain of his father's stated ability*
Dottie: So, what's up? Is this a school project?
Tony: Uh...something like that.
Dottie: I know you're a bad liar, Tony.
Tony: I'm still cute enough to make it in the movie business, right?
Dottie: You know how high their standards are.
*doesn't like that answer*
Bob: Here, have a look at this beauty. It's Lord McAshton's, and it's a piece of heraldic art if ever I've seen one.
*It's time for....*
*...SIGNIFICANT FLASHBACK!*
Tony: Wow, this is exactly what I'm looking for!
Bob: Huh. Wonder what for.
Tony: You're right! It is really cool looking!
Dottie: (stage whisper) Bob! He only says that about plot-significant things!
Bob: He does? I didn't know that.
Tony: Wonder what this weird stuff at the bottom says.
Dottie: Maybe if you use your gut, you can tell if you'll need it later.
Tony: Cool! I gotta go up to my room.
Bob: Well, that was weird.
Bob: But at least he's being weird about something normal.
Bob: You're never going to guess what happened to me today at my presentation.
Bob: Some nutcase barged in demanding to talk to Lord McAshton because apparently the village has an infestation of vampires.
Dottie: No way.
Bob: I know, right?
Dottie: What guy are we talking about here?
Dottie: Bob!
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