- Hi, I'm Wanda. We haven't got much time, so let's get to work right away.
- What do you mean "take it off?" I never agreed to anything like that!
Blythe: Well, that photo shoot went nicely. What a pity Wayne wasn't there. Bernice: Yeah. Not one model started bitching about cold weather or wrong sort of mineral water. Blythe: It was cold, though. I think I'm going to take a nice, hot bath. Bernice: Did you leave lights on in the studio when we left?
Blythe: Help! Heelp! Bernice: What's the matter? You sound like your head's being cut... off... Oh my!
FBI agent: Do you recognize her? Blythe: How could I? With no head... I think I'm going to be sick again...
Doctor: You interrupted a hot date. This better be good. FBI agent: Her head and feet were cut off and we can't find them. Doctor: Oh, well, that is something.
Doctor: Your killer seems to be very efficient. The victim's been dead only for a few hours and he managed to dismember her and clean the place up in that time. FBI agent: He? I guess so. At least, we can start with that assumption.
Wayne: What's up with all the cops? What's happened? Is everyone OK? Blythe: Oh, Wayne. It's so awful. There's a headless body in the bathtub. Wayne: What?! Are you serious? Who is it? How did it get there? Blythe: We don't know! This is so horrible!
Female FBI agent: Why cut off both the head and feet? We still have hands for fingerprints, so it won't hamper identification too much. Male FBI agent: I've never seen anything like this. Doc seems to think it's a man, you agree? Female FBI agent: Very possible, but let's not rule anything out yet, however improbable.
FBI agent: I want you all to come to the station and give a statement.
Much later: Blythe: That FBI agent was so nice about everything. I'm glad they didn't think we had something to do about all of this. Bernice: And thank goodness for crime scene cleaners. Although I'm not sure if I can ever use that tub again... By the way, Wayne said the police weren't quite as nice to him. I wonder why. Blythe: I don't know. We'll ask him more about that later. Now we've got to go or we'll be late.
Wanda: Hi, I'm Wanda. Why don't you get yourself ready while I unpack the gear. Gwen: Uh, sure... Wanda.
- Why do you keep asking about my feet? And what do you mean "take it off?" I thought this was going to be a Wonderland-inspired illustration piece. I think I'm off. Call me if and when you get your act together.
- Stupid bitch! Running off like that. What am I going to do now?
Blythe: If there's one thing I hate, it's cancelled flights. Well, I'm sure Wayne will be happy to see us. He didn't want me to go in the first place. I think he's upstairs, I can hear the water running. I'll go and surprise him.
Blythe: Surprise! The flight was... Oh, sorry, I didn't know... Wayne, is that you? Wayne: I can explain. Blythe: Oh, really. I'm all ears. That's my best dressing gown, by the way.
Wayne: Shut up or you'll end up like that other bitch! Blythe: What other bitch? Wayne: The one in the bathtub. Blythe: !!! Wayne: Yes, yes, I did it, big deal. I was going to get rid of the body, but you came back unexpectedly, just like now.
Blythe: But why the head... and the feet? Wayne: You've seen the deer heads on my wall. Did I ever tell that I'm quite good at taxidermy? And the feet? I wasn't going to at first, but I kept thinking how good they would look on me. Blythe: Now I'm really going to be sick.
Wayne: Dead is what you're going to be! Bernice: Hold it! Right there! One more step and I'll shoot. B, call the police. Now!
Wayne: But how did you know? Bernice: Your 'Alice' called. You really freaked her out. You didn't remember her, but she recognized you. Wanda.