Calm down, pussycat. We're all friends here. Dummy, don't keep our pretty guest in the dark.
Yes, sir, Mr. Scarface. [turns on the lot, revealing him and Scarface]
Ah, that's better.
[gasps] You gotta be kidding. [laughs]
What's she laughin' at? My fly ain't open, is it?
No, sir.
So what's the gag?
Oh come on, you know! [in a goofy voice] "What's the gag?"
Can it, sister. This is Scarface you're dealing with, and I don't stand for no disrespect.
I'd do as he says, ma'am. Mr. Scarface can be quite insistent.
I don't think anyone's talking to you.
No, sir. No, sir.
Right... so, what do you want with me?
My boys happened to be in the museum when they saw your little set-to with Miss Ronnie V. They also seen you licking your whiskers at the sight of Ronnie's pretty sparklers.
You're boring me, log.
[the Ventrloquist pulls out an envelope from his coat]
So what if I could provide you with a foolproof plan to snatchin' those rocks with no risk of you gettin' caught?
Pass. Kitty's been staying it at night. It's not the greatest, but it beats the pound, if you know what I mean.
Now, that's a darn shame. And I thought for sure you'd want a chance to get even with the Vreelands. Not just for yourself, ya understand, but for all those poor little stuffed critters what never had the chance to fight back.
Oh, barf.
It's a 50/50 cut. Take it or leave it? You in or what?
[Selina picks up the envelope]
