Mary Shelley's Frankenhole2010

Mother Teresa:
Alright, cobbed-web all cleaned up.

Polidori:
Ooh, shiny.

Mother Teresa:
So, now maybe I have a little abort--

Victor Frankenstein:
Yeah, thanks. Um, now if you could, my wife, Elizabeth needs a little help in the bathroom.

Mother Teresa:
But the pool, I must go to them.

Victor Frankenstein:
Pleeeease?

Mother Teresa:
[stressed] Ooh, the puppy dog eyesey, I can't--

Victor Frankenstein:
Pleeeeeease? [shoves Polidori to get on with it]

Polidori:
Yes. Pleeeease, help his...wife?

Mother Teresa:
Oh, alright, alright! I'll go help Ms. Lady, but then with you hoo-hoo -- [points to her stomach]

Victor Frankenstein:
Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Mother Teresa, thank you.

Mother Teresa:
Okay, I hold you to this one. [leaves angrily]