Charles: Catsy, I... oh, you have visitors. Catsy: You should have called first. Come in, I'll introduce you. Charles: I don't want to interrupt anything. Catsy: You're not. Come in now. I want you to meet my oldest friend.
Catsy: This is Kitty and I think you have already met Rosie. Charles: Rosie? You mean... Kitty: Yes, I'm Rosie's mother and Mary's stepmother. And I know all about you and them. Don't worry, Rosie won't bite, if you're nice. Charles: Catsy, you can't expect me to... Rosie: Bad! Catsy: Very good, Rosie! Charles: Good!? Catsy: It's always good when she speaks.
Charles: Catsy, I can't... Catsy: I want you two, if not be friends, at least be on civil terms. Kitty: Don't worry, Catsy. I know he's got a problem, although I can't figure out how he can love one feline and hate all the others. I guess it's no wonder James is so messed up. Charles: You leave my son out of this! Catsy: Oh dear. I guess I was a bit too optimistic. Kitty: I'm sorry, but I'm sure you know that on my scale of rudeness that wasn't much.
Charles: I'll come back some other time. Catsy: You should try to relax a little. With me, you will be meeting other felines. You know I won't let you off the hook that easily. Charles: Could we talk about this some other time? Catsy: All right. Call me later tonight.
Schizo: Hey, I know you. You're that guy who wrote about Chase and James. Stirred up a regular hornet's nest with that one. What were you doing with that blonde? She's James' mother, isn't she? Frank: Yes, she is. She gave me an interview. - You look familiar. Have we met before? Schizo: My name is Schizo and you may have seen one of my performances. Frank: Oh yes, that's right. Bats and toads and stuff. Very original. I wrote a review of one of your shows. Schizo: Favorable? Frank: Sure. Schizo: Let me buy you a drink. What will you have? Ruby!
Schizo: Ruby, this is my new friend... what's your name again? I seem to have forgotten, I just remembered your face. Frank: I'm Frank. And I'll have a Bloody Mary. I hear they're good here. Schizo: Ruby, Frank wrote a favorable review about my performance. Ruby: That's nice. Schizo is so good with magic tricks. Frank: Yes, it was a very good performance. One gets a bit bored with the usual doves and bunnies, so some variety is always refreshing.
Frank: She's pretty. Schizo: Yes, she is. My best magic trick ever will be to get her answer yes to the proposal. Frank: You... and her? Schizo: So? Frank: Nothing. It's just... isn't she a bit young? Schizo: Age is just a number or some other crap like that. She loves me, don't ask me why, and I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Frank: I guess you are.
Toffee: Kitty, I'm sorry we're late. Maurice: The service at the restaurant was incredibly slow. I'm never taking anyone there again. Kitty: It's fine. It's not that late yet. See, even Rosie's still up. Maurice: Hi Rosie. Remember me? Mary: I'm sure she remembers, she's very good at recognizing people. Toffee: I'm sorry Rosie, but Maurice and I need to go now. And it is really your bedtime already.
Kitty: So, how was the circus? Bea: It was the best thing ever! I've never seen so many different people and animals. Mary: It was good, much better than I expected. Mo... Caroline used to take me to circus every time one came to town. Some of them were really bad. This was one of the better ones. Bea: Mary, what was that thing the pretty lady was hanging from? It was really neat, she was up in the air and it looked like she was flying. Mary: It's trapeze. And I'm sorry to tell you that the pretty lady was cheating a bit. She was actually flying at one point. Nobody but her kind can go that far. - Rosie likes to fly too, don't you, Rosie?
Mary: And what did Rosie and ma do today? Rosie: Bad! Mary: Really? Were you naughty? Tell me or is it a secret? Kitty: I think she means Charles. I'll tell you later about it.
Little later: Kitty: I didn't want to talk about this in front of Bea. Rosie and I went to see Catsy, and then Charles showed up. I think I was a bit rude. Mary: You don't need to hate Charles for the way he behaved towards me. It'll only make things difficult between you and Catsy. Kitty: Are you serious about that? Mary: Of course I am. I don't like Charles, but James screwed things up by himself. I'm sure Charles didn't help, but it can't all be his fault. And anyway, none of that matters anymore. Kitty: Mary, you might not be legally adult, but I'm ready to declare you one right now. Mary: I hope you remember that the next time I do something stupid.
Frank: Excuse me, could I have a word? Riddick: Sure. What is it? Frank: I'm writing an article about Ursula. I guess you've met her, and I just wanted... Riddick: A journalist? Frank: Yes, but this isn't about that. Don't worry, I know what's good for me. I'm just not sure that Ursula does. Riddick: Are you talking about Mary?
Frank: Yes. I want you to know that I told her to forget Mary. If she does something, it won't have anything to do with me or my article. Riddick: Understood. I'll let Kitty know. It's her you're worried about, isn't it? Frank: Well, yes. I guess you know... Riddick: Not the details, but the general idea. Did Ursula think you're a coward? Frank: Yeah, but it's not that. One can always deal with the army of lawyers her grandmother's got, but your wife has, um... different methods of being persuasive. Riddick: We like privacy. Just keep that in mind and everything will be fine.
Schizo: I saw you talking with that guy. I hope you know he's a journalist. Riddick: I know. He's harmless. Too afraid of what Kitty might do. Schizo: And what is it that she might do? I've heard about this aversion journalists have to her, but I don't understand it. Riddick: It seems that one guy ended up in a mental institution after writing too much about her. I'm not sure I even want to know what happened. Schizo: I've always found felines to be most entertaining company.
Riddick: Speaking of felines, what do you think that guy was? Schizo: A wannabe. Riddick: What's that? Schizo: Someone who's not the least bit feline, but desperately wants to be one. This one seems to have had some plastic surgery done, but not nearly as much as the worst cases. Riddick: Why would he do that? Felines don't accept even half-breeds, let alone a total outsider, no matter what he makes himself look like. Schizo: It's not illegal and he seemed quite sane otherwise, so as long as there are plastic surgeons willing to do it, he can change himself as much as he wants to and can afford to.
Later: Riddick: Excuse me... Charlene: Yes? Riddick: I've got nothing against you personally, but we don't allow your kind of business here. Charlene: Buying a drink? I thought this was a bar. Riddick: You know what I mean. Charlene: Of course, but as I just told that guy, I'm having a break and I'm here for a drink. I hope you have nothing against that. Riddick: Not at the moment. Whether that changes depends entirely on you.
Charlene: So, are you the owner or what? Riddick: Security. Charlene: I'm sure ladies feel very secure here. - Why are you looking at me like that? Riddick: You look familiar. Charlene: You've seen the pictures then. Do you have any idea how good it is for business to look like somebody every other guy would want to have? You too, I suppose. Riddick: I belong to the other half.
Ruby: She's a bit... Riddick: I know. Does she make you feel uncomfortable? You need to get used to people like her, if you intend to make money in this business. Ruby: I guess you're right. Riddick: However, you are the owner and you have the right to decide who to serve. In her case, you would even have grounds for not letting her in. After all, her business isn't legal. Ruby: It wouldn't be fair. She hasn't done anything wrong in here.
Very late that night: Riddick: Kitty, what do you know about people called wannabes? Kitty: The non-felines trying to be felines? Not much. If you want to know about them, maybe you should ask Maurice. Riddick: Are you saying they're mentally unbalanced? Kitty: What else could you be, if you try to become something you're not and never can be? I can understand part-felines who want to surgically remove or enhance some features to better fit in to the side they have chosen, but turning yourself into something totally different... Riddick: Did I just find the limits to your tolerance?
Kitty: I wouldn't say so. Riddick: I'm not judging you, I'm just wondering as you seem to have no problem with the most curious creatures. Kitty: I have no problem with people who accept who they are. Once you start altering yourself physically to change into something different, I think it's clear that the real problem is mental rather than physical and should be treated accordingly. Riddick: I guess I better talk with Maurice then.
Kitty: Why are you asking anyway? Riddick: I met this journalist and Schizo called him a wannabe. Kitty: Journalist? What did he want? Riddick: Calm down. It's about Ursula. He's not going to write anything about us, especially not about Mary. What have you done to get them so scared of you? Kitty: I really don't like to talk about that. I don't do that stuff anymore, but I'm not going to let them know that. They might get ideas.