La cité des enfants perdus1995

L'oncle Irvin:
[Following through with his suggestion that a solution might be found found in an analysis of Krank's "tears"] Once upon a time there was an inventor so gifted that he could create life. A truly remarkable man.

Krank:
[Sarcastically] A fairy tale! Tears are welling in my eyes.

L'oncle Irvin:
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.

[Krank freezes]

L'oncle Irvin:
But alas the inventor made a serious mistake. While his creation was intelligent he never ever had a dream. You can't image how his sadness made him quickly he grow old.

[Krank sheds a single teardrop]

Clone:
[Seeing it] Boss!... There!... There! [Krank tries to catch it]

Clone:
Quick! A dropper!

Clone:
A dropper Quick!

Mlle. Bismuth:
[Bismuth and the clones start rushes around for a dropper] A dropper!

Mlle. Bismuth:
A dropper!

Clone:
A dropper!

Mlle. Bismuth:
A dropper! A dropper!

Clone:
A dropper!

Mlle. Bismuth:
[Finding one] Ah, a dropper! [Goes to Krank and gently uses it to get the tear]

L'oncle Irvin:
[Disgusted] The poor masterpiece became so crazed he believed a single tear drop could save him. And after many cruel deeds he died.

L'oncle Irvin:
[shouting] Never knowing what it was to dream!