FFernald
You are in big trouble!
FFernald
... What am I supposed to do with this?
FFernald
Ohh... Oh, no! You're not bribing your way out of this! What am I supposed to tell the boss when you're not in that elevator shaft?!
FFernald
[Gasps with horror for a moment]... Oh, well that worked out.
FFernald
The management regrets it cannot allow any orphans to escape at this time.
*indistinct garble* (Someday, Olaf's perfidy will end.)
FFernald
[frowns] What does "perfidy" mean?
*indistinct garble* (Treachery, basically)
FFernald
Ahhh. You know, you're clever, and you're good with your teeth. If you play your cards right, you could join our troupe instead of surrendering your life and your fortune in more or less that order.
FFernald
Hey, whattaya think you're doing? Heyy!-
Of course, not all mentors are good. Many years ago in my own organization, there were those who preyed on impressionable minds by taking them in at a point in their life when they might be particularly lost or vulnerable.
[scoffs] How can I be lost? There are signs everywhere, which seems kind of dumb for a secret organization.
We meant figuratively. [They step forward]
Who are you? [stiffens] Wait... You're that man with the hair and the woman with the beard, or vice versa! I've heard about you.
And vice versa. We know what happened at the opera.
And we know how you've spent your nights since.
...Have you been following me?
With great interest, for some time.
Your friends in V.F.D. betrayed you, but a young man with your talents doesn't need friends.
I'll pass. I'm a tortured, brooding loner now. I've even taken up journaling. I'd rather be alone.
There's so much we could teach you. [Olaf looks intrigued]
Bad mentors can lead you down a slippery slope, whether you encounter them years later at the top of a mountain, or you belong to their acting troupe.
FFernald
They've been in that tent for a wile. I wonder what they're planning.
1W1st White-Faced Woman
I hope it's a picnic.
2W2nd White-Faced Woman
It's never a picnic.
I joined Count Olaf because I thought he could teach me things, like how to harness my natural charisma into a career in the performing arts. [sighs] But I'm beginning to question my life choices.
FFernald
[nods] I know what you mean. I get the serious creeps from those serious creeps.
They definitely killed those carnival freaks.
WFWhite-Faced Women
[simultaneously] Dead as doornails!
FFernald
[to Sunny, who is in a birdcage] What do you think they're up to, baby? [they all look at her]
*indistinct garble (Trouble.)