Bartok: There's just one problem there, fella! Anastasia's dead. All the Romanovs are dead. They're dead, dead, dead!
Bartok: Am I right my friend? I mean, how could that be Ana,..uh, AHHH! Don't tell me that thing woke up after all these years because he claims she's a Romanov?
Bartok: Okay, okay! I get the message. Enough of the glowing and the smoke people.
Bartok: That must mean, Anastasia's alive!
Bartok: Mayday, mayday!
Bartok: Ow! I'll tell you what, ow.
Bartok: Ain't that a kick in the head? I guess a curse just ain't what it use to be.
Bartok: Considering how long you been dead, you look pretty good.
Bartok: Is this the face of a bat who would lie to you?
Bartok: Okay, okay! Don't get so grabby!
Bartok: My cousin Izzy keel over one day, mid-mango.
Bartok: Stress, it's a killer.
Bartok: You're right. Very upsetting. I guess this reliquary is broken.
Bartok: I get it, I get it! You break it, you bought it!
Bartok: Fine, blame it on the bat. Heck, we're easy targets.
Bartok: Anastasia, sir. Just wishing I could do the job for you. I'll give her a ha and a hi-yah and a whoo-ah, and I'll kick her, sir.
Rasputin: I have to kill her myself.
Bartok: But that means going topside, sir.
Rasputin: You know what they say. If you want to do something right...
Bartok: You're falling apart! How do you expect to get to Paris in one piece?
Rasputin: I thought we take the train.
Rasputin: Bartok, get me some cologne. Find me some cologne. I want to look my best!
Bartok: That might take some work.
Rasputin: Then snap to it!
Bartok: A party in Paris. I could teach you the latest dancesteps. It starts with a whoo and then you get really crazy with the hips!
Bartok: Then we KILL her?! What happened to the party idea?
Rasputin: That's where we kill her. Crush her at the height of her glory!
Bartok: Now we're back to the crushing. Sir, I'm begging you. Forget the girl and get a life!
Rasputin: Oh, I'll get a life, Bartok! Hers!
Bartok: You're on your own sir! This can only end in tears!
Bartok: Wow, I'll tell you what, wow!