Rasputin:
Bartok, get me a comb, find some cologne. I want to look my best!
Bartok:
That might take some work, sir.
Rasputin:
We're going to a party!
Bartok:
A party? Ooh, I could teach you the latest dance step. It starts with, like, a "whoa." And then you get really crazy with the hips, sir. It's fun!
Rasputin:
We'll let the Grand Duchess Anastasia have her moment.
Bartok:
[dancing]
Aah, who cares?
Rasputin:
And then we'll kill her!
Bartok:
Right. Kill... kill her? Sir, what happened to the party idea?
Rasputin:
That's where I will kill her.
[laughs and tears up newspaper]
Rasputin:
Crush her at the height of her glory.
Bartok:
And we're back to the crushing. Sir, I'm begging you, please, please forget the girl and get a life!
Rasputin:
Oh, I'll get a life, Bartok. Hers!
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