McAshton: What in God's name are you doing here?
Rookery: I told you you had a problem.
Rookery: Come with me.
McAshton: Who could possibly overhear us?
Rookery: You'd be surprised, my lord.
Rookery: Now behold!
McAshton: You have a vault for corpses in your truck?
Rookery: Take a closer look, my lord.
McAshton: Oh, Jesus Christ!
McAshton: Put it away! Put it away.
McAshton: *is having another heart attack*
Rookery: Heart trouble, my lord? I bet you'd take heart trouble over vampire trouble, and believe me, my lord. You do, in fact, have vampire trouble.
Rookery: It just so happens I can take care of all your vampire problems, for that fee that we discussed yesterday.
Rookery: What're you looking at?
McAshton: It's...it's moving!
Rookery: Oh, stay down, you.
McAshton: Good God, you think this is normal?
McAshton: You don't think it's Elizabeth back from the dead, do you?
Rookery: There, that should keep him good and secure.
Rookery: Say that again?
McAshton: Elizabeth, my ancestor. She took up with a vampire and now they're out roaming the earth again!
McAshton: But we've staked them already. Hundreds of years ago.
Rookery: Now this sounds like an interesting story.
McAshton: Come with me.
Rookery: Much obliged, my lord.
Tony: Stuff's happening!
Construction workers and Bob: *are oblivious*
Tony: *is plotting his escape*
*And of course, the hired help pretend not to notice a damned thing.*
Tony: Mission impossible!
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