Anastasia1997

Rasputin:
Bartok! Get me a comb! Find some cologne! I want to look my best tonight!

Bartok:
That might take some work, sir.

Rasputin:
Then snap to it! We're going to a party!

Bartok:
[excited] Oh, boy! A party in Paris! I can teach you all the latest dance moves! It starts with a woo! And then, then you get really crazy with the hips, sir. It's fun!

Rasputin:
We'll let the Grand Duchess, Anastasia have her moment!

Bartok:
Who cares?

Rasputin:
And then we'll kill her!

Bartok:
Right and then we'll... [suddenly realizes what Rasputin's talking about] Kill her?! What happened to the party idea?

Rasputin:
That's where I will kill her! [laughs as he tears up the newspaper] Crush her at the height of her glory!

Bartok:
And...we're back to the crushing. Sir, I am begging you, please, PLEASE, forget the girl and get a life!

Rasputin:
Oh, I'll get a life, Bartok! HERS! [laughs maniacally]