All language subtitles for She Wolf of London (1990) - S01E16 - Habeas Corpses.eng

MARTY: It's Allan Decker
who's doing it.

That damn lawyer has
turned her against me.

BUNNIE: Don't think
about earthly worries.

(MARTY SIGHING)

Feel the harmonies
converging.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Feel the power flowing from
Jupiter's moons into your spirit.

Healing you.

I feel the moons.

I feel, I feel...

I feel like Decker is sucking me dry.
I can hardly afford these sessions.

Relax. Reach out
to the cosmos.

Feel the heat of Io.

The depth of Callisto.

The strength of Caliban.

(GASPS) Oh, God. I feel it. I feel it.

Now let it converge.

Feel all the lunar forces
converging in your essence.

Yes!

Welcome to America's
most pathetic home videos.

Excuse me, this is a private
therapy session. You can't film here.

Karen!
What are you doing?

Gathering evidence, darling,
just like Allan suggested.

This tawdry little scene
will cost you your half

of the beach house
and all the Exxon stock.

Nice try.

But Bunnie is a registered
planetary therapist.

She is trying to heal the
stress our divorce is causing me.

You know, Karen, most earthly
ailments are actually caused by

a misalignment of the powers of
cosmic bodies. So by converging...

Tell the space slut to get out before
I kick her asteroids down the stairs.

(SIGHING)

Do you have any idea how hard
it was to get a session with her?

(SHOUTING) Do you have any idea how
hard it was to get a session with her?

Cruising up and down Hollywood
Boulevard must have been hell.

Here! Maybe that'll
make up for it.

A court order?

This is Allan Decker's doing.

Of course. You have two hours
to vacate the premises.

If you are really nice, I might
let you keep some of your clothes.

I'll be back at midnight. Don't be
here, or I'll have to call the cops.

Well, think again, honey.

I have had you dogged
by a private eye for months.

You shouldn't let yourself be
photographed naked with your lovers.

All the cellulite shows.

8 x 10 glossies
can be so cruel.

And so can I, babe.

You and your lawyer have sucked
the last drop of my blood.

Don't worry, darling.
There's always one more drop.

(SNARLING)

IAN: It looks like
the ocean floor to me.

TIFFANY: (LAUGHING) Well,
actually, it's a soccer field.

The mermaids of Mer
were avid athletes.

Ah, a figurehead
from a sunken galleon.

(LAUGHING) No, that's me. A birthday
present from the Gillmen of Antarctica.

A remarkable likeness.

(LAUGHS) This used to be
such a good neighborhood,

and now it's gone to hell.

You can't take a walk without
stepping on a stingray.

A classic case
of urban blight.

We had our problems,
but this wasn't the Bronx.

The undersea kingdom of Mer
made Atlantis look like a dive.

(LAUGHS) No pun intended.

So what happened
to the kingdom?

Oxygen. It was the big fad. Like
everyone wanted to walk on dry land.

But Mer was way
ahead of its time.

We had shopping malls
and bowling alleys...

Fish markets?

Don't be silly.
The fish are our friends.

And in some cases
our relatives.

Well, there was this scrod on my
father's side who was so obnoxious.

Thank you.

And that brings
our show to a close.

I'd like to thank our guest,
Tiffany Schwartz,

the last surviving citizen
of the undersea world of Mer,

for sharing her secrets
with us.

Big secrets.

This is Dr. Lan Matheson
bidding you adieu.

(BELL RINGING)

What a show.

(SHOUTS)
Worm.

Moi? That is no way to treat
the man who just saved your show?

This is supposed to be a serious
exploration of the supernatural.

She certainly looks
supernatural to me.

And that she definitely warrants
some further exploration.

You...

(LAUGHING) Fantastic
show, lan. Fantastic!

Land-ho!

(LAUGHING) There's one
fish I'd love to scale.

What happened to my guest,
Dr. Jean-Marc Lofficier,

the leading expert on
Euro-mythological icons?

Who?

Oh! Lost.
Hopelessly lost.

Yeah, he, you know, took a wrong
turn, went east instead of west.

You know, actually, it's a tragic
thing, actually, old age taking its toll.

He's 31.

And there's the alcoholism, which...

You gotta book
more reliable guests.

And you're just lucky that
I was here to find somebody

or you'd have been out there
interviewing dead space.

Funny, I thought I was.

Your secretary gave him wrong directions.
In fact, isn't she your secretary?

If she's not,
she soon will be.

(BELL RINGING) You are
everything, every personification,

every disgusting thing
that is despicable about men.

Yeah, that's why women want me.
Excuse me, gotta go bait my hook.

He's just...

Wait!

I want to kill him.

I have a surprise
for you.

You're going
to kill him?

It's been in the planning stages for
days. I think you're going to like it.

You've hired someone
to kill him.

Put this on.

No thanks,
I'd rather watch.

And enjoy.

Lan, what are you doing?

Go straight ahead.

(LAUGHING) Where?
This way.

Here we go.

RANDl: Lan, I'm feeling
pretty ridiculous.

Would you please tell me
where we are going?

I can't see anything.

IAN: Patience. Patience.
We're nearly there.

(RANDI SIGHING)

Was it really
necessary to blindfold me?

(CHUCKLING) I didn't
want to spoil the surprise.

I've had enough surprises
for one year, thank you.

I think you're going to
enjoy this one, Randi.

(WHISTLES)

Nice place.
So what happens now?

That is entirely
up to you.

Isn't this the part where
my long-Iost Aunt Esther

jumps out from behind
a potted palm or something?

Well, I certainly
hope not.

Whoever lives here
sure has your taste in books.

And mine.

Open it.

This is my book.

What is going on here?
Who lives here?

We do.

We do?

Let me show you around.

I had all of your belongings
shipped from England.

And bought you
a few new ones.

(LAUGHS)

I see you've
thought of everything.

(SIGHS) I try.

(CHUCKLES)
Follow me.

This is where I shall
prepare our gourmet feasts.

You mean where you'll unwrap them
and stick them in the microwave?

A good chef never
reveals his secrets.

Ah-ha.

How can we possibly
afford all this?

We have been saving up.

Well, it's very nice, but have you
forgotten about my little problem?

You really did
think of everything.

It's soundproof
and quite solid.

I had it specially constructed
by a contractor,

who, incidentally, thinks
we're a very kinky couple.

Well, we are.

I mean, after all, how
much kinkier can you get

than turning into
a werewolf once a month.

Oh, we could try it.

I think it's about time.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

One minute.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Dr. Matheson!
Thank God I found you.

How did you find me?

The guy at the TV station,
Skip, sent me here.

It's urgent that
I talk with you.

Well, I have
more pressing business.

My ex-wife is a vampire. She and her
lowlife attorney are bleeding me dry!

Isn't that what ex-wives
and attorneys are for?

I think you have lan confused with
Handy Andy, the problem solver?

So, just call the TV station and
they can find you a good lawyer.

Can he help me
with this?

Tell us more.

(SIGHS)

He's dead?

I think that says it all.

RANDl: This is not my idea
of a romantic evening.

IAN: So the atmosphere wasn't great.
But try to look at the bright side.

We certainly met a lot of
new and interesting people.

We spent the last two hours
surrounded by junkies and hookers.

And discovered a whole new world
of employment possibilities.

I don't think standing on a
street corner for Fast Leroy fits

into either of
our career plans.

At least we aren't sharing
a jail cell with him.

(SIGHS) I never thought we'd
get out of that police station.

When a man drops dead in your apartment,
hardly a drop of blood in his body,

it's only natural the police
might have a few questions.

And when there are fang marks in his
neck, that's when I have questions.

You mean, you didn't believe what
they said, about the suction device?

No, I do, indeed.

The kind that is repulsed by the
sun, garlic and has no reflection.

I have a few questions.

Like how to kill a vampire?

Like where did you
get this car?

I told you,
I've been saving up.

This car is nothing more
than a small monthly payment.

For the rest of my life.
Next question.

All right,
where are we going?

To see our new home,
of course.

Don't you think the loft and
the car were enough for one day?

(WHISTLING)
Not a bad spot.

Yes.
Mrs. Colfax?

The former
Mrs. Colfax, yes.

She's taking it
pretty hard, isn't she?

Who are you?

Lan Matheson.
My associate, Miss Wallace.

We were driving by, and noticed that
someone had left this sign on the lawn.

Let's all help to keep
our neighborhood clean.

Did it ever occur to you that
maybe I put that sign there?

Of course not.

Why would you be selling
a house that belongs to us?

Now you will be out
by Wednesday, won't you?

(LAUGHING) This is some
kind of a joke, right?

Not at all.

This is my house.
Marty willed it to me.

I see. Well, perhaps
you had better come in.

What a lovely
home you have.

We're going to
be so happy here.

Just wait right here. I'm going to call
my lawyer and get this straightened out.

What are you doing?

Haven't you heard the saying about
bearding the lion in his own den?

Yes, but I never
understood what it meant.

(WHISPERING) Allan there is a couple here
claiming that Marty left them my house

in his will.

Now, the worm must have drafted
a new one. Call me immediately.

(SIGHS) I'm afraid you're just
going to have to leave right now.

Before we've had a chance
to look over our new home?

You know, I don't know what kind
of game Marty was playing with you,

but this is my house.

Now, my lawyer will call you and
straighten everything out in the morning.

I think everything is straight.
As long as I have this.

This?

This?
This.

Marty's last will and
testament. In his own hand.

Personally witnessed by Miss Wallace
and myself just before he died.

Yes.

Oh, and you have
this will with you?

One copy.

Of course, we have, another
copy in our safety-deposit box.

(EXCLAIMS)

I knew there was something
I meant to do on the way here.

Um, lan.

And you are
the only witnesses?

(STAMMERING) Yes, if you
don't count Judge Baxter.

Our beagle.

So no one else
knows about this?

Not a living soul.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Excuse me.

You said you were going
to, uh, beard the lion,

not open its jaws
and jump in its mouth...

This is a nice room,
very good light.

I'm glad you're
enjoying the house,

because it's the last thing
you're ever going to see.

(SNARLING)

Lan!

(EXCLAIMS)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

Real estate in this town
is brutal.

What are we
going to do now?

I suppose we could
call Handy Andy.

Wax.

So, someone turned
her into a vampire.

But who?

(GASPS)

I think it's time to
find some wooden stakes.

Or maybe it's time
we find ourselves a lawyer.

So what brought you to
Menzies, Brockman and Kovacs?

RANDl: You.

I must warn you,
I am very expensive.

And coldhearted,
vicious and ruthless.

And everything I'm looking
for in a lawyer, Mr. Decker.

You're the talk
of Rodeo Drive.

You flatter me.
I like that in a woman.

So why don't you tell me a little
about your scoundrel of a husband,

Mrs. Matheson?

He doesn't even bother to hide
his indiscretions from me anymore.

He parades his lovers in
front of me, just to be cruel.

How could any man stray when he
has a woman as beautiful as you?

He likes to possess things,
and once he has them,

the thrill is gone, and,

well, he loves...

He loves the chase.

Don't we all?

Yes, but that's no excuse.

A lot of men are like that. They
don't appreciate what they have.

The question is
do you want to leave him

or do you want to hurt him?

What do you think?

I think you stayed with him because
he gave you a nice allowance.

And now you want something to
caress besides your piggy bank.

But he pays you
to stay Ionely.

(SOBBING) Yeah.

(SNIFFING)

I'm sorry. Sometimes the truth is hard.

You want to hurt him, even
worse than he hurt you.

Hmm...

And you want to paid
handsomely for doing it.

Yes. Well, does that
make me a monster?

No, I'll be
the monster.

May I?

I don't have any money.

You will.

By the end of the
settlement conference,

we'll arrange to have with
him and his attorney tomorrow.

I don't know how to thank you.

Seeing a smile on your
face is thanks enough.

That, and dinner together
when this is settled.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Well, he may not be a vampire,
but he's definitely a snake.

His office probably sees more
action than the Hyatt at lunch hour.

What makes you so sure
he isn't a vampire.

Vampires can't face the sun.

Maybe he has
a good sunscreen.

Vampires don't
have a reflection.

Maybe he has a
very good sunscreen.

And vampires are supposed
to be undeniably seductive.

(MOANS)

Like that.

And he wasn't?

Are you kidding?

No, I'm relieved.

(GROANING)

Tell me, is it me
or is it the full moon?

I wish tonight
wasn't the night.

So do I.

But we'll have an entire month to
make up for it. In the meantime,

I think I know a way
of drawing our vampire out.

(GROANING)

Time to go.

(SHOUTING)

(METAL CLANGING)

Just sign
on the dotted line.

That's it.
What is this?

Nothing.
What is it?

Nothing really.

(GROANING)

(GROWLING)

(SIGHS)

Just a premarital agreement.

(GROWLING)

Let me do
all the talking.

Have you noticed it's
like a freezer in here?

Now that you
mention it, yes.

They say it's because all the lawyers
here have ice water in their veins.

They also say it's because they've
got so much dead meat stored here.

You have a wonderful way of
putting your clients at ease.

I don't want you
to be at ease.

They're smart and they're merciless.
Allan Decker is particularly inhuman.

Hmm, so I've heard.

Your wife must
hate your guts.

Thank you both for coming in.
I'm sure we can handle this

quickly and cleanly,
and with affection.

After all, we aren't talking
about a business transaction here,

we're talking about two people, who
once loved each other very deeply.

We're prepared to make a
rational and fair settlement

that's in the best interests
of both parties.

Well, that's a relief.

I was afraid we might have one of
those nasty fights on our hands,

which would only compound the
tragedy of this broken marriage.

Now, all Miss Matheson would
like is a $250,000 payment,

$1,300 a week,
the apartment in Paris,

the loft in Santa Monica,
and the Jaguar.

(CLEARING THROAT) Tell me, in
your most generous settlement,

do I get to keep anything?

Your manhood,
if you can find it.

That settlement is totally
unacceptable. The figures are a joke.

If you want to laugh, you
should see my wife in bed.

(CLEARING THROAT) I was
just too much woman for him.

Too much tonnage.

Now, now, everybody.
Let's be civil about this.

The only person you've
ever satisfied is yourself.

(RING CLANGING)

Well, I certainly couldn't
rely on you.

Enough! Let's get back
to the pertinent issues here.

Let's. I think, considering the circumstances,
that we have been unusually generous.

But, if you prefer, we could detail the
full extent of Mr. Matheson's adultery

for the court.

I'm sure they'd be sympathetic
to his libidinous escapades.

They certainly would after
they've taken a look at her.

You made a sacred agreement in front
of God to love, honor and cherish.

And you signed a binding
premarital agreement,

that renders the question of
Mr. Matheson's adultery moot.

I think you'll find they each agreed to leave
the marriage with what they brought to it.

Which,
in Mrs. Matheson's case,

is $23 and a Denny's uniform.

Did you sign this?

No, I...

This is worthless.
I'll rip it apart in court.

It's your time, her money. We
really don't care how you spend it.

You know where to find us

when you've come
to your senses.

By the way, here's my bill, it's
all in the premarital agreement.

Next time,
read the small print.

Damn, that felt good.

I have nothing.

I've lost.

I don't lose. Ever.

But the premarital
agreement...

You didn't hear me.
I don't lose.

By the time I'm done with
him, he will beg for mercy.

But you don't understand,
she's right. I don't have a job.

I don't have any money
to pay you. I...

You want a job?

You can be my
temporary secretary.

The money
will come later.

Quite a bit of it,
I promise you.

We'll let him keep
the Denny's uniform.

He'll be wearing it by the
time we're through with him.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CLEARING THROAT)

And who
have we here?

Your new guest.
What do you think?

I'd say Dr. Charles Dornacker has
remarkable cleavage for a 43-year-old man.

Oh, oops, I'm sorry.
The doc couldn't make it.

Lost?
Dead.

Dead?
Or lost. I'm not sure.

The point is, I came
through for you again.

Yeah, but... Don't thank
me, that's what pals are for.

So, who is she?

Well, here's what happened.

This whacko came to the studio
looking for you, right?

And he's raving something about
vampires, and something clicked.

I thought, " How strange."
You get it?

I thought of the show and I thought of
you. The two things I think about most.

Meet Demonica Darkly. A
bloodsucking vampire from hell.

And the last surviving
mermaid from Mer.

Yeah,
she's had a rough life.

Hmm...

It's always
the quiet ones.

What's on her face?

Who's looking
at her face?

Well, I don't know. It's a little
pancake makeup I guess. Why?

(TONGUE CLICKING)

You have just come through for me again.

Enjoy the interview.

(LAUGHS) So how do you
like being a vampire?

Do you ever get tired
of sucking blood?

(GROANS)

Bat get your tongue?

(LAUGHING) How about
going back to my place

and we'll look at my
Gahan Wilson drawings?

Eat your heart out,
Charles Addams.

(CHUCKLING)

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Los Angeles County Library.

IAN: Yes, I'm interested
in a career in wax.

Are there any books
you could recommend?

I still don't see the point
of this meeting, Mr. Decker.

Call me Allan.

Your client is paying for this time, Mr.
Decker. Perhaps you could get to the point?

Our clients are acting
out of hurt and anger.

We have the ability
to see things clearly.

Together, perhaps we can spare
them any more pain and ugliness.

By getting my client to give Mrs.
Matheson everything she wants?

Or is it everything
you want her to want?

Nancy, I'm surprised at you.
I'm even a little hurt.

I know your routines, Decker. I've talked
to a lot of lawyers who fell for them.

The ones you
didn't eat alive.

Well, I guess
that's it, then.

That's it?
We'll see you in court.

Although, I think with our prenuptial
agreement, we won't be seeing you there for long.

I hate to think that you
came down here for nothing.

Especially since my office
doesn't validate parking.

Or does my client
pay for that, too?

I'll take care of that. It's worth
it to say I got to see Allan Decker

operate up close and to
walk away from the table.

That's what you think.

I don't get to walk away?

You haven't seen me
operate up close at all.

If you had, you wouldn't
want to walk away.

Do you see
what I mean?

You're very sure of yourself.

I'm very sure of you.

I'm very sure you're the most
desirable woman I have ever seen.

(PHONE RINGING)

I think
you dropped this.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Not as much as you're
helping Allan, I'm sure.

Horace Menzies,
senior partner.

You must be
Allan's new girl.

Randi Wallace. Matheson!
Randi Wallace Matheson.

Could you tell Allan the partners'
meeting started five minutes ago,

Randi?

Yes. Sure.

(PHONE RINGING)

Shoot!

(NANCY MOANING)

(GASPS) Excuse me.

Uh, it's all right,
Randi. What is it?

Um, Mr. Menzies said that the partners'
meeting started five minutes ago.

So it did. I believe
you know Miss Chambers.

We were just
discussing your case.

(SIGHS) I think you'll be very
happy with what we've decided.

I know I am.

More important, I think
your ex will be very unhappy.

Nancy's going to give him
the news right now.

Maybe we can
celebrate tonight.

Yes.
Just you and me.

Oh, my God!

Come on, lan,
be home. Be home.

Excuse me, Miss Matheson,
or shall I say Miss Wallace?

(CLEARING THROAT)
It's Matheson. Mrs. Matheson.

Is it now?
Well, it won't be for long.

With Allan Decker handling your divorce,
you'll be a free woman in no time.

Oh, yes.

We've got them nailed. I
expect a settlement offer today.

Very good.

And I'm going to throw it
right back in their faces.

We got any Sweet'N Low?

(GROWLS)

(SIGHS)

(WICKED LAUGHTER)

The artisans of the wax museums strived
to create amazingly lifelike figures

that could be mistaken
for the models themselves.

Like Michelangelo or Rodin,

Irv Schmeltzer immortalized
people as they lived,

capturing their features, down
to the texture of their skin,

in the subtle glory
of wax.

Good evening, Doctor.

Counselor.
What a pleasant surprise.

I didn't hear you knock.

You must have been
absorbed in your reading.

Indeed. The Irv Schmeltzer
story is riveting.

I've come with some good
news and some bad news.

The good news always makes
the bad news easier to take.

I've reached a settlement on
your behalf with Allan Decker.

And the bad news?

Your ex-wife
gets everything.

You have a remarkable
knack for negotiation.

Have you ever worked at
the William Morris Agency?

I'm looking at things
with a different perspective.

And looking a bit pale.

Nice scarf.

I've joined
Menzies and Brockman.

I see.

I don't think the bar
association would approve.

(GROWLING) Screw them!

(GROWLING)

(GROANING)

(METAL CLANGING)

You should know this is a
serious breach of legal ethics!

How will I live with myself?

(GROWLING)

(GROANING)

What a stunning
turn of events.

Come on, lan,
be there, please.

(PHONE RINGING)

(GROANS)

This is lan.

Oh, thank God that
you're there. Listen.

We have got to... You've reached
lan Matheson and Randi Wallace.

Oh, damn it.

Please leave a message,
and we'll return the call.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS) Lan,
everybody in this office is a vampire!

And I think that your lawyer just turned
into one, okay? So, be very careful!

(GROWLING)

(GASPS)

You haven't seen the
Sweet'N Low, have you?

Sorry, no.

No problem.

I think your blood will be
perfectly sweet without it.

This law firm is a den
of vampires, right?

That's our reputation,
and we try and live up to it.

But you're not
supposed to be here.

You're supposed to be wearing a black
cape and living in a castle somewhere.

I traded it in for Armani.

And a Century City high-rise.

(SCOFFS)

Times change, Randi.

You mean, endlessly seducing
women and sucking their blood

wasn't enough for you?

It was boring.

Imagine spending your days
only eating.

And then imagine it
for an eternity.

My heart bleeds for you.
Oh! That's just an expression.

It's okay. I'm used to the callous
attitude mortals have towards vampires.

I'm used to wandering the
Earth reviled, hunted, hated.

That's why I became a lawyer.

A natural transition.

I wanted a purpose in life, a
reason to get up in the evening.

Now I can give something
back to society.

You are a
true humanitarian.

(EXCLAIMS)

(LAUGHING)

This is a cross,
if you haven't noticed.

Like I said,
times change, Randi.

Look around you, you're
living in a secular society.

And you're an atheist?

No, actually,
I'm a member of PTL.

RECORDING: Menzies and
Brockman's is closed for the day.

If you would like to
leave a message...

(PHONE BEEPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN ON PHONE: Hello,
Wing Fong's Chinese Delicacy.

IAN: Yes,
lan Matheson here.

(ELECTRICITY WINDING DOWN)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

You'd be surprised
how easily we fit in,

and how easily we were able to
attract new lawyers to our firm.

And convince them
to join our ranks.

They didn't balk at living at night
and preying on innocent people?

Immortality is
not a hard sell.

Especially when they discover they
can face themselves in the mirror

and walk in the light of day, knowing
they are part of a noble profession.

You'll see.

You don't think that I'm
going to become one of you!

You'll learn
to love it.

(GROWLING)

Or you'll die.

(ALL GROWLING)

She lied to me, tricked
me, used all of us.

She's dishonest,
deceitful,

and, I suspect,
malicious at heart.

You didn't have to call a partners'
meeting just to tell us that.

I think I speak for everyone
here that if you want to kill her,

that's your right.

Kill her? Why would
I want to do that?

Yeah, why would he
want to do that?

But you just said...

You're not listening,
Horace.

This woman is
a natural lawyer.

Think of what an asset
she would be to the firm.

Thank you very much,
but I already have a job.

In fact, I'm a little late
right now, so excuse me for a...

Now you've worked with her, Allan,
and if you have confidence in her,

that's good
enough for me.

All in favor of this young woman
being a partner, raise your hands.

It's decided then.
Welcome to the firm.

Yes, welcome.

You can't do this. I don't
know anything about law.

I can teach you
everything you need to know.

(GASPS)

With these.

(GROANING)

Ow.

Your face!

Damn!
This is a $200 shirt!

Horace, I have had it
with this building.

Good morning, chaps.

(GROANING)

I've had second thoughts
about our divorce.

I think we should
give it another shot.

All right. Let's wait until
the kids are grown, okay?

Let's go.

I take thee again,
Mrs. Matheson.

To love and honor?

To cherish and to hold.

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLING)

One vampire, going down.

What was in this?

My favorite dish.

Garlic chicken.

(CHUCKLES)

Not a bad last meal.

There's one problem.
Oh?

Yes, if you kill a vampire
with Chinese food,

does that mean an hour
later he's undead again?

(GIGGLES)

To a job well done.

To a job well done.

Umm, splendid.

Exactly how was it done?

We simply turned
up the heat.

They wore rather ingenious wax masks
with a rather low melting point.

My hero.

Actually, you should
thank Irv Schmeltzer,

the artisan of wax.

I'd rather thank you.

If you insist.

I could get used to this.

I hope so.

Oh, wait a minute.

What about the
prenuptial agreement?

What prenuptial agreement?

The one that gives you
everything and me nothing.

Oh, that one!

Yes.

(LAUGHING) It's ashes.

Oh.
Mmm.

RANDl: Oh, lan!

(RANDI LAUGHING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GROWLING)

(SIGHS)

(GROWLING)

(THUMPING ON DOOR)

Relax, Randi!
Take a deep breath.

Attagirl.

What can I say?

You bring out
the beast in me.

(LAUGHS)

Not exactly the beast
I had in mind.

You know, maybe we're jumping
to conclusions. I mean, maybe...

Maybe my transformation
doesn't have anything to do with

passion at all.

Maybe it was
something I ate.

Right.

No more champagne.

No more escargot.

No more truffles.

We'll live without.

(GASPS)

One second.

(RANDI GROANING)

(GASPING)

(GROWLING)

Randi, think!
Think of cheeseburgers!

Think of baseball scores!
Think of ugly relatives.

They always work for me.

(GROWLING)

Come on. Come on.

(GASPING)

What are we
going to do?

We'll live without.

We can't do
that forever.

Then,

we'll have to find you
a cure very soon.

Find us a cure.

(LAUGHS)

To us.

(EXCLAIMS)