Bobo: Your hair is a mess. Mac: It's been a long night, and I can't be bothered anymore. Bobo: The guys left? Mac: They were boring anyway. I don't know why I accepted the invitation in the first place. Bobo: Because one of them was a producer and another one was a director. Mac: Of indie horror movies. That's the part they forgot to mention. Bobo: You've got to start somewhere, if you don't want to be a shop assistant all your life. Mac: I guess you're right, but I think I'll wait for something a bit better. And if it has to be a horror movie, I want to be the one making others scream, not the one screaming.
Venus: May I see your identification? Bobo: You think I'm too young? Venus: Yes, or actually, I have no idea how old you are, so I must check. Bobo: Fair enough. Are you going to ask my friend as well? Venus: Should I? Bobo: She's younger than me. Venus: Oh, well, in that case, I would like you both to show me your IDs.
Mac: Why did you do that? Bobo: What? Mac: Don't act so innocent. She wasn't going to bother me. Bobo: If I need to be bothered, it's only fair that you will too. Mac: All right. Whatever you say. It wasn't that much of a bother anyway. Bobo: So, have you thought about what name you're going to use, if you get a part? Mac: I guess I'll use my own. Mouscedes is a very unusual name, so it should stand out. Bobo: You're not using it now. Are you sure you'll be comfortable with everyone calling you that? Mac: Hmmm, you have a point there.
Venus: Enjoy your drinks. Mac: Thank you. Bobo: You know, you really shouldn't assume that small size equals young age. I hope you will remember next time that I'm old enough. Venus: Of course. I have a very good memory. Mac: And Bobo here is very hard to forget. - Come on, Bobo. Let's go to a table. I'll bring the drinks.
Frankie: What is it? You sounded really odd on the phone. Twyla: It's grandpa, he's dead. Frankie: I'm sorry. I didn't know he was so sick. Twyla: It's not like it's a surprise or anything, I mean, we all knew he had very little time left, but it's still hard... Frankie: Of course it is. What can I do to help? Twyla: I just needed to talk with somebody. Somebody other than relatives. They're all just interested in the will. Frankie: I'm sure that's not true. Twyla: It is, but they're in for a surprise. I'm getting everything. Frankie: You should, you're the one who took care of him.
Frankie: When is the funeral? Do you want me to come with you? Twyla: That would be nice. It's next Saturday, and then on Monday we'll meet the lawyer about the will. Could you come with me there too? I don't think they're going to like me very much after the will has been read. Frankie: Are you sure I can come? Aren't those things just for people mentioned in the will? Twyla: I'm not sure about that, but if you're not allowed into the office, could you still come and wait outside until the meeting is over? It shouldn't take long. Frankie: Of course. I'll have to ask Jet first, but I'm sure it'll be all right.
Twyla: Then there's another thing... Frankie: Yes? Twyla: Grandpa asked me to do something... afterwards. After he's been buried. I was wondering... Frankie: If I can help you, I will. What do you need to do? Twyla: I need to go and meet somebody. I'd like you to come with me there too. Frankie: Who is it? Twyla: I can't tell you anything about it yet, but I promise it'll be totally safe. It's sort of official. Frankie: All right, I'll come.
Ava: I hope you have no problem with me coming here. Venus: Of course not. We don't discriminate here, everybody who knows how to behave is welcome. Ava: It's nice to hear that. I promise I'll try not to bump into furniture too much. Venus: So, what can I get for you? Ava: A purple drink, please.
Venus: Weren't you in The Biggest Monster? I haven't watched it, but I saw some ads... Ava: Yes, that was me. The one and only. Got kicked out after just two episodes, but I don't mind. If I'd had to stay one more day with those airheads, I might have kicked somebody. Besides, the job offers started coming in as soon as the first episode aired. Venus: Job offers? Ava: Yeah, seems that everybody wants me now. It won't last, of course, but you've got to make money as long as it is there to be made. - Oh, looks like the person I came here to meet just came in.
Virginia: I'm Virginia, we talked on the phone. Ava: I recognized you from TV. Virginia: I'm glad you agreed to meet me. Ava: Why wouldn't I? You want me on TV, don't you? Virginia: Well, yes. I suppose you're familiar with our format. Ava: Sure. It's a talk show focusing on strange events and strange people. I guess I belong to the latter category. Virginia: I wouldn't say strange. Maybe "extraordinary" would be better. You can't deny that you are extraordinary. In fact, you're unique. Ava: Of course I am, nobody else has been crazy enough to do what Dr. Frankenstein did. Virginia: Frankenstein? I thought his name was... Ava: It's not his real name, we just call him that. Mainly because we don't want to cause any trouble for his son, who is not to be blamed for what his father did. He has changed his name, but his connection to Dr. Frankenstein is still too easy to find out. Virginia: The son is the Robot Girl's doctor, am I right? Ava: Quite right. He is a good doctor and has helped a lot of people. That is why one of my conditions is that you do not mention the Doctor's real name. Virginia: We'll just call him Frankenstein. It's a nice literary reference.
Virginia: So, would you be willing to talk about it all on camera? Your life, starting from the Doctor's, um... unusual experiments with in vitro fertilization? Ava: Sure. It's all public knowledge in my native country, so best make sure people here get it right. Virginia: Exactly. The one thing I'm most curious about... you know, all equine people I've ever met or seen... Ava: Have only two legs. You can say it. You want to know how this happened. Virginia: Yes. Ava: The Doctor had ideas about improving the gene pool by inserting some genetic material from our more primitive counterparts. He wanted to create a super race. Unfortunately, he never told the mothers who carried his experiments. Virginia: Experiments? But you're the only one! Ava: The only surviving one. In more sense than one. It's his fault that I killed my mother when I was born. Virginia: I guess he was crazy. Ava: Definitely, but not in the legal sense of not understanding how wrong his actions were. Good thing too, they wouldn't have been able to execute him, had he been legally insane. Virginia: Execute? Ava: Didn't you know? We may not execute many criminals in my country, but there are some boundaries you just don't cross without the direst consequences.
Schizo: Venus, are you having some sort of a freak night here? Venus: What...? Ursula: Schizo! Darling! How long has it been? Schizo: Not long enough. Ursula: Don't be so grumpy. Aren't you happy to see me? I'm happy to see you. Schizo: Where have you been? Ursula: Here and there. Haven't you seen any of the coverage about my performances? Schizo: It's not exactly something the mainstream media would cover.
Schizo: Venus, this is Ursula. A very old friend. Ursula: I'm not that old. - Okay, maybe I am. We all get old. Well, all except Schizo here. You really must patent whatever it is you're taking and start selling it. People would pay fortune for it. Schizo: What are you talking about? Ursula: Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. You don't look a day older than when I last saw you. I'm not saying you look young, I doubt you ever did, but you're not old either. You just are. Venus: That's what I've been saying. I remember what he looked like when he dated my mom years ago, and he's just the same now. Ursula: See? I'm not the only one who thinks so. So, what is it? Do tell me. Schizo: Sorry, just good genes. Can't patent or sell that. Ursula: Too bad. - Schizo, we really should keep in touch more, but now I need to join my friends. We're planning a big show. It is going to be spectacular. Schizo: I'm sure it will.
Venus: I hope you don't mind me saying this, but there's something a little... off... about Ursula. Schizo: Just a little? Venus: I don't mean the tentacles. I can't put my finger to it, but she just... oh, I don't know. I was probably just imagining it. Schizo: No, you weren't, I know exactly what it is. I just wonder how you couldn't see it. - Have you heard of drag queens? Venus: You mean... she's not a she at all? Schizo: That's what I mean. She's really good, but she is a bit over the top most of the time. Venus: Why are you saying "she," if he's a man? Schizo: Because that's what she prefers. There are some people with whom you just have to find out what they prefer and forget all about biology. Venus: Oh, all right. - So is that drag queen thing what she does for living? She was talking about a show. Schizo: Yes. She does all the regular drag queen things and then there's that tentacle stuff... Venus: Tentacle stuff? Schizo: You'd be surprised to know how many guys go for it. I find it very strange, but to each their own. And it is really fairly harmless, if you think about it. Strange, but harmless.