WARREN: So how did you get so beautiful?

KATRINA: Okay, does that line usually work...? (realizes it's Warren) What the hell are you doing here?

WARREN: It's nice to see you again too, Katrina.

KATRINA: Yeah, it's the seeing you part that's throwing me here, Warren, because I thought I was pretty clear with the never wanting that to happen again.

WARREN: Never's a long time, baby.

KATRINA: Apparently not long enough.

WARREN: Oh, you're not still sore about that thing, are you?

KATRINA: What *thing* would that be exactly? What, the wind-up slut you tinkered together? Or when Little Miss Nuts and Bolts tried to choke me to death?

WARREN: Okay, so I've made a few mistakes.

KATRINA: No. No, I did. For ever lowering myself to be with a jerk like you.

WARREN: Don't say that.

KATRINA: Well, what did you expect, to just ... waltz in here and sweep me off my feet with your cheesy lines and fancy suit?

WARREN: No, I ju- I just thought ... we could talk. I thought maybe we could work things out.

KATRINA: There's nothing to work out. What you did was sick. And just looking at you makes me want to vomit.

WARREN: You sure about that?

KATRINA: Yes, god yes, I'm sure. (Warren zaps her with the device)I love you, Master.

WARREN: I love you, too, baby.

written by: Steven S. DeKnight; transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com). . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/113deadthings.html