*I seriously want that truck. It's so souped up and awesome that it's such a shame it's being used for evil and will get destroyed later.*
*Wow. Guess we know where he stands.*
Rookery: Just five more minutes, mummy. I'm dreaming about killing vampires.
Rookery: Ooh, guess not.
Rookery's Bat: Is this in any way ironic or hypocritical of him?
*Hey, isn't this supposed to be a kid's movie?*
Rookery: Shut up, narrator. Standards were different in 2000.
*Dun dun DUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN. Dun dun dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN*
*is playing Scotland the Brave*
McAshton: Aren't you just the most charming couple?
Bob: Thank you, Lord McAshton.
McAshton: Now best get on in, now.
Bob: I'm going to totally ignore the fact that he just passed me off in favor of someone he knew longer than two months or however long we've been here before the movie started last night and point out that he said in passing that he liked the blimp.
Dottie: *has no idea how to take this*
Blimp: How about I just sit here and wait for my usefulness to the plot to come around sooner or later?
Tony: These'll be perfect. Obviously will totally think I'm a vampire after this.
Lorna the Babysitter: *is wondering whether or not she should find the kid a therapist*
Tony: Surprise!
Lorna the Babysitter: *is seriously considering finding Tony a therapist*
Lorna the Babysitter: *unintelligible babbling*
Tony: *glares*
Lorna: Haggis, haggis...
Tony: Eww. Do you have any idea what that stuff even is?
Lorna: William Wallace, bagpipes, kilts, haggis.
Tony: Hiss, snarl, hiss, snarl....
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