“You just need to embezzle all the Fun Bucks.”
“So you’re worried you may be taken from the local Fun Committee…”
“And moved into the umbrella group. I may get promoted in the Fun Committee.”
“And the answer, Jason, is that there is no trident that lets you talk to fish in Ravenloft. Mostly because they’re useless, because dead fish tell no tales.”
“I’m all for continuing. I thought it was a bad idea to begin with…”
“And it’s not going to get any less bad.”
“Find little bits of you all splashed – splashed, I say – up against the wall.”
“You know what they say in France? The best place to be when a bomb goes off is somewhere where you can go, ‘What the hell was that?'”
“You weren’t here when we left the boat, were you?”
“No.”
“Going back is not an option.”
“Great. Brine and butthole.”
“And the boiling pool is… uh…”
“Full of eyeballs. We’re not going there.”
“If it comes to it, do you want me to kill you?”
“No, I want him to kill me.”
“I do it better.”
“He’s family.”
“It’s made of gold and stone; I’m not sure how it’s going to burn.”
“Volcano.”
“Then we’re going to get that weird blowtorch thing you were looking at and melt it slowly.”
“I… have an idea.”
“Your hesitance makes me think it’s worse than normal.”
“I told you it was full of eyeballs.”
“You didn’t mention the mouths…”
“Constance, we’ll keep him busy while you go put that in the volcano.”
“That’s very large. I’d have to go find a trolley.”
“Guy, we’ll keep him busy while you go put that in the volcano.”
“If he runs – I don’t know whether to say stop him or follow him.”
“And he’s going to dive behind a metal table, all John Wu-like.”
“So he’s going to do it six times, three times in slow motion?”
“And there will be doves.”
“Save yourselves; save France.”
“I’m not saving France. In fact, I’m mailing this glowing green thing TO France.”
“Here, let’s academically roll the dice… That actually would have worked.”