(Moleman pushes a cart loaded with bodies through the rubble-strewn streets of Godashim)
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
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Moleman: Bring out your dead!
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Moleman: Bring out your dead!
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Moleman: Bring out your dead!
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Moleman: Bring out your dead!
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Moleman: Bring out your dead... nine yen.
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
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Moleman: Bring out your dead!
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Duke Freid: Here's one.
Moleman: Nine yen.
Marlene: I'm not dead!
Moleman: What?
Duke Freid: Nothing. Here's your nine yen.
Marlene: I'm not dead.
Moleman: 'Ere. She says she's not dead.
Duke Freid: Yes she is.
Marlene: I'm not.
Moleman: She isn't?
Duke Freid: Well she will be soon. It's in the script!
Marlene: I have a son, I don't have to die!
Duke Freid: Yes you do, it's more dramatic that way.
Marlene: I don't wanna go in the cart!
Duke Freid: Oh don't be such a whiner.
Moleman: I can't take her like this.
Marlene: I feel fine!
Duke Freid: Do us a favor?
Moleman: I can't, it's against policy.
Duke Freid: Can't you hang around a while? She won't be long.
Moleman: Nah, I have to be at Castello by nine, they lost a whole fort today.
Duke Freid: When is the next pick-up?
Moleman: In a week.
Marlene: I think I'll go watch the Caeli Knight Tournaments...
Duke Fried: (to Marlene) You're not fooling anyone you know.
Duke Freid: (to Moleman) Is there anything you can do?
Marlene: (sings) Sono Aoi Hitomi...
Moleman: (Pulls out a club and bashes her over the head with it.)
Duke Freid: Ah, thanks!
Moleman: Not at all. See you next week.
Duke Freid: Right.
(Van and Merle ride by)
Duke Freid: Who's that?
Moleman: Dunno. Must be a king.
Duke Freid: Why?
Moleman: He's got a royal sword.
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Disclaimer: otherwise known as the Legal Ass-Covering. I don't own Escaflowne. Nor do I own Monty Pythons the holy Grail. I also do not own a sports car. Nor do I own a Tamahome plushie... but if anyone wants to give me one, I won't object!
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
(clang)
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
(clang)
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
(clang)
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
(clang)
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
(clang)
Moleman: Bring out your dead... nine yen.
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
(clang)
Moleman: Bring out your dead!
(clang)
Duke Freid: Here's one.
Moleman: Nine yen.
Marlene: I'm not dead!
Moleman: What?
Duke Freid: Nothing. Here's your nine yen.
Marlene: I'm not dead.
Moleman: 'Ere. She says she's not dead.
Duke Freid: Yes she is.
Marlene: I'm not.
Moleman: She isn't?
Duke Freid: Well she will be soon. It's in the script!
Marlene: I have a son, I don't have to die!
Duke Freid: Yes you do, it's more dramatic that way.
Marlene: I don't wanna go in the cart!
Duke Freid: Oh don't be such a whiner.
Moleman: I can't take her like this.
Marlene: I feel fine!
Duke Freid: Do us a favor?
Moleman: I can't, it's against policy.
Duke Freid: Can't you hang around a while? She won't be long.
Moleman: Nah, I have to be at Castello by nine, they lost a whole fort today.
Duke Freid: When is the next pick-up?
Moleman: In a week.
Marlene: I think I'll go watch the Caeli Knight Tournaments...
Duke Fried: (to Marlene) You're not fooling anyone you know.
Duke Freid: (to Moleman) Is there anything you can do?
Marlene: (sings) Sono Aoi Hitomi...
Moleman: (Pulls out a club and bashes her over the head with it.)
Duke Freid: Ah, thanks!
Moleman: Not at all. See you next week.
Duke Freid: Right.
(Van and Merle ride by)
Duke Freid: Who's that?
Moleman: Dunno. Must be a king.
Duke Freid: Why?
Moleman: He's got a royal sword.
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Disclaimer: otherwise known as the Legal Ass-Covering. I don't own Escaflowne. Nor do I own Monty Pythons the holy Grail. I also do not own a sports car. Nor do I own a Tamahome plushie... but if anyone wants to give me one, I won't object!