Stripperella:
Evil doers prepare to become evil don'ters...
[
Cheap-o has just stolen the worlds largest imitation diamond]
Cheap-o:
Congratulate me boys I'm a Hundredaire!
Persephone:
Hey, Kid Rock, remember me?
Kid Rock:
Sure, I do! Austin, Texas, 1998. You were seated in row six, seat eight. You flashed me before I went on stage. After the show, we went out to the great donut shop and bet that I couldn't eat 27 apple fritters in one sitting, but I did.
Persephone:
I think you might be the father of my child.
[
she holds up a picture of a kid that's dressed like Kid Rock]
Kid Rock:
What? I don't know you!
Stripperella:
Look out crime. I'm gonna to take a bite out of you. But - not in a way you're gonna find - pleasurable.
Stripperella:
Why do you hate models so much?
Dr. Cesarian:
Why? Because my whole life, beautiful girls have spurned my advances. I vowed that one day I would make them all pay.
Stripperella:
So just because ...
Dr. Cesarian:
[
interrupting her] Also, my mother was a model. She ran off when I was five. I declared then and *there* that I would make all models pay.
Stripperella:
Well but even if you could ...
Dr. Cesarian:
[
interrupting her again] Also, I once had a promising career as a model. I had a scholarship to go to modeling college and everything. But then, I became horribly disfigured in a modeling accident. They said I would never model again. And I vowed to make them all pay! Oh yeah, also my grandparents were killed by models.
Stripperella:
I'll *admit*, you definitely have some valid reasons for not liking models.
Dr. Cesarian:
Oh I *hate* models. A-and heights, but that's neither here nor there. You can't really harm heights.
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