Elvira's Haunted Hills

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark:
Adrian! You came too late! [pauses] Again.

[the coach hits a bump and Bradley flies forward, shoving his face into Elvira's cleavage]

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark:
Lucky for you, I come with my own air bags!

The Maid:
Your cloak, ma'am?

[the Maid does a quick curtsy. Elvira curtsies back as she takes off her velvet cape and hands it to her]

The Maid:
Your gloves, ma'am?

[Same]

The Maid:
Your shoes, ma'am?

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark:
Hold it right there. I mean, I usually get paid for this sort of thing.

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark:
Honey when I spend the night in a man's room he'd better pay me

Lord Vladimere Hellsubus:
It was in this foul dungeon that my great-grandfather, Lord Lucien Hellsubus, committed unspeakable acts of torture.

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark:
You mean, like, "Whip me, baby, whip me?"

Lord Vladimere Hellsubus:
In a nutshell, yes.

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark:
Ouch.