First of all, first impressions are often wrong.
Olaf
Very true. For example, your first impression of me may be that I'm a terrible person. But, in time, Baudelaires, I hope you'll come to realize... you haven't the faintest idea.
Telegram for a Mr. Count Olaf.
Olaf
It's just 'Count Olaf!' "Count" is my honorific; calling me "Mr." is not only redundant, it's an insult to my station. Who- [he opens the door, sees Jacquelyn and grins] Well, we meet again. You might want to ease up on the bronzer.
I hope you don't think you're going to Peru, 'Yessica Haircut'. [steps inside, closes the door behind her]
Olaf
I find it helpful to leave the country now and then. See some ruins, wait for the manhunt to die down, eat some cuy.
You won't be eating any cuy, unless it's served in a prison cafeteria.
Olaf
Why would I be eating in a prison cafeteria?
Because I'm taking you to prison.
Olaf
Well, good luck with that. [pulls out his knife] I'm armed.
Hm. [pulls out a cleaver] So am I.
Olaf
Child's play. [pulls out a machete]
Adorable. [pulls out a harpoon gun and holds it to his neck]
Olaf
Is that a harpoon gun? [drops his weapons] You'd never use it. One of your great gifts is your eminent compassion. You wouldn't squash a spider.
Olaf
Well, that's good, because there's one on your shoulder right now.
I'm not falling for that!
Olaf
No, no, I'm serious. It's on your left shoulder. It's one of the bigger ones; I wanna say 'tarantula?' [shudders]
You're not going anywhere, you snake.
Olaf
You're forgetting, my dear Jacquelyn: snakes shed their skin!