Francis: He lost his innocence, Bluebeard, as man has lost his.
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Francis: He lost his innocence, Bluebeard, as man has lost his.
Blaubart: Dammit. I'm getting too old for this bullshit.
Felicitas: The death cries. They're always tomcats. You could tell that they were, excited.
Blaubart: You taking over that shit heap in there? Interesting place. I go in there for a piss occasionally.
Francis: There's a plate there. Looks like this place was a doctor's office. That would explain the chemical smell.
Blaubart: Francis: Did you come in here to take a leak? Well you don't piss in here anymore. I live here now and I have my standards.
Francis: The only thing that ties the two stiffs together is sex.
Francis: Her eyes were wide open, as though even with her last breath the one thing she longed desperately for was to see.
Francis: Why weren't the bodies of Sascha, Deep Purple, Solitare... Felicity, down there?
Blaubart: It lets the ones with balls stand out.
Boy George: Francis has come to see death with his eyes. Felidae.
Francis: Maybe we should be getting back to Felidae.
Francis: He lost his innocence, Bluebeard, as man has lost his.
Blaubart: Dammit. I'm getting too old for this bullshit.
Felicitas: The death cries. They're always tomcats. You could tell that they were, excited.
Blaubart: You taking over that shit heap in there? Interesting place. I go in there for a piss occasionally.
Cult Member: He was here. I can sense him.
Francis: There's a plate there. Looks like this place was a doctor's office. That would explain the chemical smell.
Francis: The only thing that ties the two stiffs together is sex.
Francis: Why weren't the bodies of Sascha, Deep Purple, Solitare... Felicity, down there?
Blaubart: It lets the ones with balls stand out.
Boy George: Francis has come to see death with his eyes. Felidae.
Francis: Maybe we should be getting back to Felidae.
Francis: Her eyes were wide open, as though even with her last breath the one thing she longed desperately for was to see.
Francis: You're blind. Felicitas: I'm not blind. I just can't see.
Francis: Oh my God... Kong: Looks like he's run out of steam suddenly, that's what happens to you when you eat too much junk food. Francis: Yeah I'm out of breath and it looks like I'm not the only one. Kong: What bullshit you talking now? Kong: Solitaire! Oh Solitaire! What have they done to you? What the hell has that evil bastard done? My lovely, lovely Solitaire! Francis: Who was she? Hermann 1: Solitaire was the boss' favorite girl, and chances are those are his family you can see as well. Kong: I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna hamburger him, I'll tear his balls off and stuff them down his throat, what kind of heartless bastard would do this? Who? Who? Tell me! Kong: Was it you? No, you didn't have the time. Well then who did it? Who was it?
Pascal: Do you know the meaning of this word, Felidae? Francis: Could it be a scientific name for all our family divisions, "cats" as they're usually called? Pascal: Felidae. Evolution has created an astounding number of various creatures. Not one however deserves the respected wonder the genus Felidae has earned. Francis: Wow! What did you combine on this list. Pascal: Those of us who live in the neighbourhood, name, age, gender, breed, marking. I almost forgot, I need to enter you now as well. Francis: Incredible! Pascal: Yes it is. Even better if it can help us solve a murder. Francis: Did you know it all of the dead brothers? Pascal: Yes! They were all on the prowl after some female in heat. Francis: I... I have an idea. Find out what breed they were. That may lead us to a new tie-up. Pascal: Simple enough. Pascal: Well, none of them were partically aristocratic examples of Felidae. Francis: But all the same race, so they were'nt just excited and male. They were all European Shorthairs.
Nhozemphtekh: I'm new around here, that's all you need to know. Your lady is just as she is. Francis: Your breed is new? Nhozemphtekh: Not new, no, it's old. Or in simple language, old and new. Or, different. Figure it out for yourself Francis. Francis: How did you know my name? Nhozemphtekh: A little bird in a tree told me. Francis: And what's your name? Nhozemphtekh: My name matters as little as my breed. It wouldn't anything to you.
Blaubart: Francis: Did you come in here to take a leak? Well you don't piss in here anymore. I live here now and I have my standards.
Francis: Let me guess. This latest victim's also a tom, just like the other 4 stiffs. Blaubart: Smartass. How the hell did you know that? Francis: It's a guess, but an educated one. Blaubart: Anyway this time it's tight-assed Deep Purple that's taken out his last rat. His throat looks exactly though someone decided to test an ice pick to see if it works. Francis: One question, was he castrated? Blaubart: Purple had his jewels intact, but, he couldn't get it up anymore.
Hermann 1, Hermann 2: Hi pussy cat! Francis: Oh boy, it was time to meet the neighborhood scumbags.
Blaubart: Let me put the ol' thinking cap on. Francis: Oh you do think do you? Blaubart: I think non-stop. Surprises you, eh? I even read a book once.
Pascal: As it shows, The murderer is beginning to make mistakes we may be able to exploit. Francis: I hope you're right, but I find it hard to imagine that this master of horror could make mistakes. Pascal: Then perhaps he is sending us a message.
Pascal: Can I offer you both something to eat? Francis: Thanks, we've eaten already, Pascal. Blaubart: Shut up, will you asshole? Personally, I can handle another little mouthful or two.
