Stripperella

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.