Clone:
C'est moi l'original! C'est moi!
Miette:
What are you doing?
One:
Radiator.
[
after Mlle. Bismuth has been harpooned]
Clone:
Does it hurt?
Mlle. Bismuth:
Yes, I'm allergic to steel.
Krank:
Quiet! You vegetable!
One:
Miette too little.
Miette:
Not as little as all that.
Miette:
When you're born in the gutter you end up in the port.
L'oncle Irvin:
Once upon a time there was an inventor so gifted that he could create life. A truly remarkable man. Since he had no wife or children he decided to create them in his laboratory. He started with wife and fas into the most beautiful princess in the world. Alas, a wicked genetic fairy cast a spell on the inventor so much so that the princess was only knee height or less. He then cloned six children in his own image, faithful, hardworking. They were so alike no one could tell them apart. But fate tricked him again, giving them all sleeping sickness. Craving someone to talk to he grew in a fish-tank a poor migraine-ridden brain. And then at last he created his masterpiece more intelligent then the most intelligent man on Earth. But alas the inventor made a serious mistake. While his creation was intelligent he never ever had a dream. You can't image how quickly he grew old, because he was so unhappy. Then the poor masterpiece became so crazed he believed a single tear drop could save him. And after committing many cruel deeds he died, never knowing what it was to dream.
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