Kitty: How was your vacation? Lizzy: It was great. We did what we always do. We hired a cabin and spent the whole vacation hunting and fishing and forgetting the rest of the world. And this year the weather was really good all the time. Kitty: That sounds nice. Although, I didn't think you would enjoy hunting. Lizzy: I don't actually hunt, but dad likes it when I go with him anyway. Besides, we did more fishing than hunting as I like fishing.
Lizzy: So, how are things here? How is it going between Riddick and Mary? Kitty: We're fine. Riddick and Mary are getting along very well as far as I can tell. Although I suspect they don't tell me everything, but that's only natural. Lizzy: Does your sister know about her? Kitty: No. I see no point in telling Chase. I have told Mary about Chase, though. I had to, because of all the publicity.
Lizzy: You know, there's something... It may be nothing, but I think you should know. I had a visitor. Some sort of a journalist, I think. He was asking questions about you and Riddick. Kitty: Journalist? I wonder who would be stupid enough. Did he tell his name? Lizzy: He did, but I forgot it. Anyway, I kicked him out and told him never to come back. Kitty: Really? That was very nice of you. You know, you could make money selling an exclusive interview, telling all you know about us. Lizzy: No, I couldn't. You are my friends and I want things to remain that way.
Next day: Kitty: Who are you and what do you want? I'm not buying anything. Tommy: I'm not a salesman. My name is Tommy and I'm a writer. I would like to have a word, if I may. Can I come in? Kitty: Writer. You know, that sounds like you should turn on your heels right now and run. Fast. Tommy: But you haven't even heard yet what I'm going to say... Kitty: You're some nosy little fu... creep, who wants to ask personal questions and write about it for some newspaper or magazine. Tommy: No, no, nothing like that. If you just let me explain... Kitty: Come in then. But I should really make you sign a release form, in case I lose my temper.
Kitty: So, let's hear it. What do you have to say in your defense? Tommy: Defense? Um, what I was going to say is that I'm writing a book about true crimes. One of the chapters is going to be about your sister... Kitty: No. Tommy: What do you mean no? Kitty: You are not going to write about my sister.
Kitty: I guess you have done some background work already. In that case, you should know that it isn't a good idea to stick your nose into our family's business. It isn't good for your health, mental and otherwise. Tommy: I know all about what your sister has done, but surely you're not like her. Kitty: No, I'm not. I know how to make your life hell legally. For example, I could tell my grandmother what you're planning. She'll have a bunch of lawyers descend on you before you have time to say "I'm a stupid little creep who doesn't know what's good for him." And that's just the starters. I prefer to do the best bits by myself. Tommy: And what would that be?
Kitty: ... Tommy: You wouldn't!
Kitty: Try me. Or maybe you should first go and visit the last journalist who made me lose my temper. I hear he still can't stand even the sight of pet cats, let alone my kind. Tommy: I... I... Kitty: I think you should leave now. And if I were you, I would forget all about that one chapter. It really isn't worth it. Believe me.
Later: Kitty: Has either of you seen someone called Tommy? A little guy with a huge hat? Claims to be a writer and goes around asking questions about my family. Mary: Somebody came to the school looking for me, but he was escorted out immediately. They don't like strangers there. Kitty: Good. If he approaches you anywhere else, don't talk to him. And if he tries to hold you back or even touches you, start screaming and make as much fuss as you can. That should get him arrested in no time. Riddick: What's going on?
Kitty: That moron is trying to write about Chase in his book about true crimes. I told him it would be a very bad idea, but I'm not sure I got through. We'll start with the lawyers and by getting him into trouble with the law, if he gives even the slightest chance. So, Mary, that's why you should do what I said. It probably won't be that serious an offense, if he harasses any other family members, but you're a minor. Mary: All right, whatever you say. Can I hit him, if he gets really annoying? Kitty: Better not. I know you're not helpless, but you should act that way. It makes it worse for him.
Riddick: And if lawyers and getting into trouble with the law won't stop him? Kitty: Then I'll do something else. Something you better not know anything about. Mary: Kitty! Kitty: Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt him physically. That is too easy to prove. I'll just scare him. Although, I have to be more careful than last time. Ending up in a mental institution is a bit too harsh even for idiots like that. But how was I supposed to know that guy was so unbalanced? Riddick: That's something you haven't told me about. But maybe it is better that we don't know.
Next day: Mary: These machines are ancient. Ruby: Isn't it cool? Uncle Hagrid said he used to play games like this. He told me about this place. Mary: Well, as we are here already, show me how this works.
Tommy: Excuse me, Miss... Ruby: What? Tommy: No, not you, the other one. Aren't you Mary? Mary: Depends on who's asking. Tommy: My name is Tommy and I'm... Mary: A creep who doesn't know when to give up? Tommy: Ah, I see you're stepmother has told you about my visit. Mary: Stepmother? Do you mean Kitty? Yes, I guess she is my stepmother...
Tommy: Anyway, I was wondering... Could I have a word? Mary: You can have two: Go away. Tommy: You really are being very unkind. Ruby: And what exactly are you? You followed us, didn't you? Tommy: Well... you see... Mary: Leave us alone, you pervert! Go and find someone your own age!
Fozzie: Is there a problem? Tommy: Um... no, officer, no problem. Mary: This man won't leave us alone. Fozzie: All right, mister, you better come with me.
Ruby: What was that about? Why did you start yelling and calling him a pervert? I mean, he did follow us, but he wasn't trying to... Mary: I'll explain later. Right now I think I should talk to that police officer. He's there at the counter. I'll be right back.
Mary: Excuse me, officer... Fozzie: Yes? You don't need to worry about that guy anymore. My partner is discussing with him in the car and I'm sure he will leave you alone after this. Now, I need to know how to contact your parents about this... Mary: My father's name is Riddick and he works... Fozzie: Riddick? Really? I didn't know he had a daughter. - I know how to get in touch with him. We'll get this sorted out. If you'll excuse me, I need to go now.
Kat: I've heard about you. Mary: What do you mean? Who are you? Kat: You're living with that half-breed, the one who isn't in jail, but should be. Mary: What's that got to do with you? Kat: I hope you're not thinking you can be one of us just by being part of her family. Mary: And what exactly do you mean by "us?" You don't exactly look like them either.
Kat: You don't know much about us, do you? Ever heard of subfamilies? I thought not. Maybe you should ask your stepmom. Mary: Is there a point to all this? Because if there is, I'd like to hear it and then you can bug off. Kat: The point is that you're not one of us and never will be. You would do well to keep that in mind. Mary: If you're a representative sample of your kind, I wouldn't want to be one of you. Now go away. Or should I go and ask that nice officer to come back and remove you as well?
Ruby: Who was that? Mary: Some idiot who thinks herself somehow superior, just because she's got a tail. I'm starting to understand why Kitty has a problem with her own kind.