TLV Abridged: Scene 12 - Family History - Part 1

Dottie: Good morning, good morning...

Tony: Gah! Why am I still holding this thing?

Dottie: So who's ready to go to work with Dad?

Dottie: I hope my favorite little movie star is ready to go off and do amazing things!

Tony: Good morning! Wow, you're cheery this morning!

Tony: It's also the day all this plot is supposed to finally come together.

Dottie: Good job.

Tony: Wow, Dad gets up really early on Saturdays.

Dottie: He's a busy man.

Dottie: You could be like that, too, one day.

Tony: I thought being a movie star meant I never had to work a day in my life.

Dottie: Well, maybe I was wrong.

Tony: (to himself) Wow, Mom.

Dottie: You might get lucky, though, and get to retire at the age of thirty.

Dottie: But come on. It's time to get the plot wrapped up. You've got a busy day today.

Tony: Okay, Mom.

Tony: Yes! It's still here.

*God, look at that place! I wanna go on a castle tour now, just to see what building this is in real life.*

McAshton: Now what aesthetics does this hope to appeal to?

McAshton: Take care of it. *cheery* Robert, thank goodness you're here!

Bob: *is smug about being recognized as important by his boss*

Bob: Tony, this is Lord McAshton. Lord McAshton, this is my son Tony.

Tony: Hello, sir.

McAshton: Oh, look at that!
Bob: I know, right?

Tony: Oh, crap! There's a truck!

Bob: Tony, what's wrong?
McAshton: *is getting sick*

Bob: Usually he's not this nervous. He's great around people. I don't get what's got him so keyed up.

McAshton: I do.

McAshton: I imagine he's quite the young man under normal circumstances.
Bob: Yeah, but what's normal anymore?

Tony: Nobody heard me say truck?

*Beethoven's Fifth*

Tony: ...aaaaaaaand nobody notices the creepy vampire hunter guy.

McAshton: Oh, I've noticed. Please, excuse me.

Bob: You see, Tony? That's what you don't wanna be when you grow up.

Bob: I think I can even smell him from here.

Tony: What's he even doing here, anyway?

McAshton: It was a pleasure to finally meet your son.

Rookery: *knows he has Lord McAshton right where he wants him*

Bob: Good God, that guy's creepy.

Tony: Dad, I don't need your help to know that.