Romaine, Claudia and others in “Unfinished Business”

[Telepathically while dressing up Claudia] Sorry to disturb you, Maitre.

What is it, Romaine? I look good. I look French.

No, it's not right at the front because your chest...

I don't have much.

Yes, you don't have more than you did two years ago. Same shape, same height. The war. Shriveled some people, stunted others. Claudia, you have eyes like my windows. Been through some shit like anybody else. Mom died. Dad ran off. Aunt didn't want me. A fire. Adopted. One of them was bad trouble. Ran away. One dark thing after another. Maybe I seek it out. Maybe I chase after it. Why? I don't know. But it's something to think about. Because even in between the dark things... there's something broken in me. A collision in me, like I wanna go bang. Well, go bang. Go flag it out or go cold. I mean, that's fine, then you'll be fine again. And then bang. And then okay, and then bang, and... You just get used to it, like weather.

[Noticing blood trickling down Romaine's leg and begins to protrude fangs] You got blood on your, uh...

Ah, I bled through. Ah, don't move too much, the pins, huh? [Gets up and walks away] I am leaving a trail. I am Gretel!

[Peers through shop window] Claudia! [Dragging Claudia by arm up alley steps] The show is a hit! The show is our cover!

Tell me again what it is.

We all humble ourselves!

Tell me again how Sam licks the stage clean after every show, and I'll tell you a job I'd rather do.

You're the only one with a child's physique.

Audiences don't give a shit. Tuan could play the part. They just wanna watch the bouncing ball. Fifteen minutes a night to pretend. It's a degrading 15 minutes. I'd like to walk off stage in the middle but I don't. I'd like to pounce on the audience members, but I don't.

[Walking down marketplace corridor] You left the sacrifice on the green room floor. We honor the blood when we dispose of it.

You dispose it so you won't get caught. C'mon, now. I missed a chore and made a friend. And before you tell me to make friends with the coven, I can't.

Because they've turned inward too long ago and you know it!

Which is why you run to Louis!

[Grabs Claudia by neck and slams her against pillar] I've let you whine and have your say. Most in my position would treat you no better than you treated your maker. Let us agree, going forward, you will do more than the bare minimum, on and off stage. And the friend you made, you will not see again. Yes? There's rot on the green room floor. See to it. [Claudia walks away violatedly and Armand realizes Santiago is behind pillar and grabs him slamming him against pillar] Too old to play Hamlet, too young to play Polonius. Know your role, thesp', or join your maker in oblivion. [Lets go of Santiago who slumps down and walks away]