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is the past. (echoes)

but this... (guttural gagging)

the house gets quiet

Nadja... is my wife.

* Dun, da-da, da. *

-(Nadja scoffs) -Please?

-Should we get on with it? -No. No.

and it's lonely, but I'm also awake

Water. (groans)

TEEN 1: That's not-that's not yours. Hey! -TEEN 2: Dude!

-So, Laszlo... -Don't you dare.

There's the Dutch family,

(chuckling) Smart.

That's not how that w... It's online.

Nadja came through the window

200,000 direct descendants living today!

Let him have at least one full life, my darling.

And thanks to your little helper, they know about it.

all 37 of them.

Uh, just... pop it in there.

Holy shit. Oh, my God.

-NANDOR: Madeline. -NADJA: Laszlo.

Not going to introduce myself yet.

Just tell them I'm dead.

Well, you asked me to buy garden stakes, so I b...

but not like this.

-Piñata farmers. -Piñata farmers. Mm-hmm.

This isn't working, me being supportive.

Is it another summons for jury duty?

Get them out of my sight now, you smart-ass.

But this seems much more aboveboard, so...

And then, one night, everything changed.

This is not about feeding ground.

* Underneath the silvery moon... *

and never darken our doorstep again.

You know, sometimes I wonder what my life would be like