VOODOO
QUEEN
BY GUY
MULLALLY
DANIELLE: Why are you following me?
ROXTON: Well, why were you watching me?
DANIELLE: You’re a very handsome man.
ROXTON: You don’t leave too much to be
desired in the looks department yourself.
DANIELLE: What more do we need to know
about each other, huh?
ROXTON: Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of
something.
MARGUERITE: He’s probably in the arms of
some jungle princess, blissfully unaware that we are even looking for him.
VERONICA: Why do you always think the
worst of him?
MARGUERITE: Because I’m speaking from
experience!
MARGUERITE: Just before you arrived I was
actually commenting on your talent for finding damsels in distress.
ROXTON: Must be my noble disposition.
ROXTON: You know Marguerite, if I didn’t
know you any better, I would say you were jealous.
MARGUERITE: Jealous?! No, no amazed…no,
no, astounded at how easily some men, especially you it seems, can be
manipulated.
DANIELLE: In my village the Paploa, the
High Priest, was a man of great vision and he always had a beard.
CHALLENGER: A High Priest? Oh, no, no, that will never do. Perhaps I should shave it off to avoid
confusion.
DANIELLE: no, no, it makes you look rugged
and well seasoned.
CHALLENGER: Like a good steak?
VERONICA: Where is she now?
MARGUERITE: Off somewhere with Roxton.
VERONICA: What is it with men and women
like her?
MARGUERITE: Three parts lust, two parts
fantasy…cuts off oxygen to the brain.
MALONE: Is that what I think it is?
MARGUERITE: A voodoo doll.
VERONICA: It looks like Roxton.
MARGUERITE: It’s not particularly flattering but she got the blank expression
right.
MARGUERITE: Roxton, if you can hear me
just nod your head, drool, anything!
ROXTON: She must’ve cast some sort of
voodoo spell on me right from the very beginning.
MARGUERITE: Nice try! You were totally infatuated with the little
tramp.