- Pascal: The horror... so much pain... darkness... Francis... so much darkness... look at me now, and all you see, Francis, is evil. Yet once I was good...
- Francis: [spotting a dead cat with her stomach and throat ripped out] Oh my God...
- Kong: Looks like he's run out of steam suddenly, that's what happens to you when you eat too much junk food.
- Francis: Yeah I'm out of breath and it looks like I'm not the only one.
- [indicating the dead cat]
- Kong: What bullshit you talking now?
- [gasps]
- Kong: Solitaire! Oh Solitaire! What have they done to you? What the hell has that evil bastard done? My lovely, lovely Solitaire!
- [cries]
- Francis: Who was she?
- Hermann 1: Solitaire was the boss' favorite girl, and chances are those are his family you can see as well.
- [pointing out the dead kitten fetuses]
- Kong: I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna hamburger him, I'll tear his balls off and stuff them down his throat, what kind of heartless bastard would do this? Who? Who? Tell me!
- [to Francis]
- Kong: Was it you? No, you didn't have the time. Well then who did it? Who was it?
- Pascal: [types the word "FELIDAE" on the computer] Do you know the meaning of this word, Felidae?
- Francis: Could it be a scientific name for all our family divisions, "cats" as they're usually called?
- Pascal: Felidae. Evolution has created an astounding number of various creatures. Not one however deserves the respected wonder the genus Felidae has earned.
- [shows on the computer a list]
- Francis: Wow! What did you combine on this list.
- Pascal: Those of us who live in the neighbourhood, name, age, gender, breed, marking. I almost forgot, I need to enter you now as well.
- Francis: Incredible!
- Pascal: Yes it is. Even better if it can help us solve a murder.
- Francis: Did you know it all of the dead brothers?
- Pascal: Yes! They were all on the prowl after some female in heat.
- Francis: I... I have an idea. Find out what breed they were. That may lead us to a new tie-up.
- Pascal: Simple enough.
- [shows on the computer the murdered cats' type of race]
- Pascal: Well, none of them were partically aristocratic examples of Felidae.
- Francis: But all the same race, so they were'nt just excited and male. They were all European Shorthairs.
- Kong: [laughs] Bluebeard! You ugly old furball! I see you've been cruising the gay scene for a change! That cute little thing behind you is a juicy little number!
- Cult Member: Spread out and surround him.
- Nhozemphtekh: I'm new around here, that's all you need to know. Your lady is just as she is.
- Francis: Your breed is new?
- Nhozemphtekh: Not new, no, it's old. Or in simple language, old and new. Or, different. Figure it out for yourself Francis.
- Francis: How did you know my name?
- Nhozemphtekh: A little bird in a tree told me.
- Francis: And what's your name?
- Nhozemphtekh: My name matters as little as my breed. It wouldn't anything to you.
- Blaubart: [to Francis] You taking over that shit heap in there? Interesting place. I go in there for a piss occasionally.
- [laughs]
- Cult Member: [while looking for Francis] He was here. I can sense him.
- Blaubart: [spotting dead cat with his throat torn] It must've been a can opener.
- Francis: Pardon? Can opener? I'm sorry, you've lost me.
- Blaubart: It must've been a friggin' can opener. Ain't it obvious? He gave our poor little Sascha an extra ventilation hole in the throat.
- Francis: Oh, you mean a man. Did you witness it?
- Blaubart: Hell no. But only men are brutal enough to do a thing like this. Lousy can openers. The only thing they're good for is opening our dinner cans.
- Francis: There's a plate there. Looks like this place was a doctor's office. That would explain the chemical smell.
- Francis: Let me guess. This latest victim's also a tom, just like the other 4 stiffs.
- Blaubart: Smartass. How the hell did you know that?
- Francis: It's a guess, but an educated one.
- Blaubart: Anyway this time it's tight-assed Deep Purple that's taken out his last rat. His throat looks exactly though someone decided to test an ice pick to see if it works.
- Francis: One question, was he castrated?
- Blaubart: Purple had his jewels intact, but, he couldn't get it up anymore.
- Kong: [to Francis] And as for you cutie pie, you can bet your sweet whiskers, that you and me, just the two of us, got a date. And in the not too distant future, that you won't forget in a hurry. So, until then, sweet thing.
- Francis: [talking about Felicity] Her eyes were wide open, as though even with her last breath the one thing she longed desperately for was to see.
- Boy George: Francis has come to see death with his eyes. Felidae.