Frank: I'm quite aware of the possible consequences, but those two... such striking similarity. It would be a good story, I think. Maybe even worth taking the risk. Orlock: I thought someone like you couldn't afford to anger any of the felines. Frank: What do you mean? Orlock: You're a wannabe. They are not exactly fond of you people. They are only just starting to tolerate half-breeds and part-felines. You're neither. Frank: Don't call me a wannabe. We are transfelines. Orlock: Hehe, whatever you say. I'll still call you a wannabe, but I know many who would call you a headcase.
Kitty: Henry, I didn't know you were coming. Henry: Actually, I wasn't, but then... Mary: I called him. Bea was scared and I thought it would make her feel better. Kitty: Henry, I'm sorry about this. I guess I should have arranged things a bit better. Henry: It's all right. We've been having fun. Besides, Mary did very well, don't you think? She even made us coffee. Telling stories is thirsty business. Mary: Kitty, I told you I know what to do in an emergency. Not that this was one. I just invited Henry for a visit.
Bea: Who are you? Callie: I'm Callie. I guess you're Bea and your babysitter is Mary. Who's the little one? Bea: She's Rosie. And Mary's not a babysitter, she's my sister. Callie: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Bea: You thought she's a babysitter, because she's not a cat, but she really is my sister. Callie: I believe you. Bea: You look like Kitty. Callie: So I've been told. These things happen. Henry: Do they?
Henry: Maybe I should go... Callie: You don't need to leave because of me. I wouldn't want your little friends to be disappointed. After all, I'll need to get along with them. Henry: I see. Well, I'm in no hurry as I can't work for a couple of days. There was a little accident in the lab and the investigators and cleaners haven't finished yet. Kitty: Accident? Is everybody all right? Henry: Yes. Nobody got hurt. There were just me and James and we were in another room when the accident happened.
Mary: What was it? Henry: Small chemical leak. Nothing poisonous, just slightly explosive. Bea: Did your lab blow up? Henry: Just one room. It was really no big deal. Callie: You work in a lab? What do you do? Henry: I study rare species. The explosive stuff wasn't mine. Callie: Genetics? I suppose you've guessed already then. Henry: Of course. I'm not blind. And it's none of my business.
Orlock: Schizo told me you said that journalist guy is harmless. I wouldn't be so sure. Riddick: Why? Did he say something? Orlock: He saw Kitty leaving with Callie. Consequences or not, there are things journalists can't resist. I take it Callie is some sort of a relative. I know, none of my business, but it will get out, if she intends to stay. You would need to be blind to not notice it. Riddick: I guess you're right.
Carl: Max, I noticed your charming companion left already. Orlock: She went to meet some friends. Carl: What a pity. She's a feisty one. I love challenges. Orlock: And she can't stand your kind. She said too many of you have a feline fetish. Do you have any idea why she would think so? Carl: No idea. Feline fetish? That's absurd.
Later: Callie: Henry was nice and the kids are really great. I was surprised that Mary had no problem with me, but I guess she's used to felines, having three in the family. Kitty: Six, actually. She did have some trouble with grandma to begin with, but that was all grandma's fault. Things are better now. Callie: What's she like? Your... our grandma? Kitty: For one thing, she's really been regretting what she did...
Kitty: ...and she told me, because she needed someone to know the truth. Do you hate her? Just tell me the truth, I will understand if you do. Callie: I don't know. Ma did, but I guess that's only natural. I mean, although grandpa and grandma, her adoptive parents, were the best parents one could hope for, being abandoned isn't something you're going to forget. Kitty: May I tell grandma about you? She was the original reason for trying to find your mother. I know meeting you would make her happy, but do you want to meet her? Callie: I guess I'll have to, if I want to see you and the girls again, and I do.
Callie: How about the rest of them? Kitty: Chase and mother? Chase will be horrible, but that's nothing new. She'll probably get mad at grandma as well. I'm not so sure about mother. She's been the only child all her life and now we're going to tell her she had a sister she never met. Callie: Maybe it's not such a good idea after all. I could just be a friend. We don't need to tell. Kitty: Grandma will know the minute she sees you. No, that's not an option. We'll tell them and they'll just have to deal with it.
Charlene: So, where's the big guy? Ruby: Riddick? He went out. He'll be here later. Why do you ask? Charlene: He's interesting. Ruby: He's also got a family, wife and three kids. Charlene: So? That has never stopped them. You'd be surprised to know how many of my clients are married. Ruby: Do you really... do it for money? Charlene: Sure. One has to earn a living somehow.
Charlene: I can see you're a nice girl. You can't imagine how anyone could do what I do. It's just business, and it pays better than flipping burgers. How much do you get paid for this? Ruby: Enough. I own the place. Charlene: Really? I thought this was one of Hagrid's places. Ruby: No, uncle Hagrid was just running it after my mom died, but now it's mine. Charlene: By the way, where is he? I haven't seen him for some time. Ruby: He's traveling a lot nowadays. Charlene: Is he on the run? Who is it, local or feds? - I see you don't want to talk about it. Probably best that way.
Schizo: Hello, I haven't seen you here before. Charlene: And who are you? Ruby: This is Schizo, my boyfriend. Schizo, this is... Charlene: Charlene. Schizo: I hope you're on a break. Nothing personal, but... Charlene: We've already gone through that one, thank you. Schizo: Just checking.
Schizo: I guess you know what she is. Ruby: Of course I know. I'm not stupid. She hasn't been causing any trouble. Schizo: And you're all right with what she does? Ruby: Her money is as good as anybody's. And it wouldn't be fair... I'm sure she's not doing it because she wants to. Schizo: You never know. So, you think she's a victim and you feel sorry for her? Have I ever told you that you're much too nice for your own good? Ruby: Many times.
Kitty: Your mother wasn't a feline, so how come you...? Callie: My father is a feline. At least I think it's still present tense. I've never seen him. Kitty: Really? Never? Callie: Ma wanted a feline baby and my father was just... a donor. He agreed on the condition that his name would never be revealed. He's not mentioned in my birth certificate and ma never told me who he is. Kitty: And I thought I had an absent father. Callie: It's all right. Ma and I didn't need anyone else. Now that she's gone... I'm happy I found you... I mean, that you found me.
Callie: About the girls, I guess Mary isn't yours. She's too old and has no feline features. Kitty: She's Riddick's, and Bea is from my grandfather's brother's family. Callie: Pedigree? I thought so, she looks like it. And Rosie is yours and Riddick's? She could easily go for a real feline baby. But of course, that is often the case with half-breeds, ma just had bad luck. Kitty: Rosie is a bit more than that. My father isn't a feline. Callie: Two generations? I've never heard of anything like that. Kitty: Doesn't happen often.
Kitty: So, how about you? Do you have children? Callie: I've got a son, Joey. Kitty: Feline? Callie: I did what ma did. Actually, I did even better. Joey's father has a pedigree. Kitty: And he still agreed to it? Callie: Well, not exactly. He doesn't know. I was just a bit of fun for him and he was... useful for me.