Igor's Busy Day/Transcript
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- Narrator: Deep in the heart of the Transylvanian alps, someone sobs. This mawkish, miasmic and maleficent mists that surround that surround Castle Duckula can only partially muffle these heart-wrenching cries of anguish. [As the shot tracks to the castle, familiar sobs from Igor can be heard] Let us approach to discover the origin of this despairing dolefulness.
- Igor: [O/S] I despair, Nanny. [The scene fades to him in the kitchen with Nanny, sitting on a chair] Where have I gone wrong? Oh, why can't the master be more macabre, more malevolent, more malicious? It's not as if I haven't tried. I have tried, haven't I? You know I have tried, don't you, Nanny?
- Nanny: Oh, yes, Mr. Igor, you're very trying.
- [They leave the kitchen and stroll through the hallway]
- Igor: I don't know how much more of his total lack of evildoing I can take. For instance, do you know what I found the young master doing yesterday afternoon?
- Nanny: No. What?
- Igor: [indignantly pointing to the room downstairs] He was using the bone crusher in the torture chamber...
- Nanny: Never!
- Igor:...to press flowers!
- Nanny: Oh, bless 'im. Oh, pardon my French, Mr. Igor.
- Igor: I sometimes find myself longing for the old days, Nanny. [He and Nanny enter another room] Remember the old days?
- Nanny: Oh yes. When I was a little girl I used to crush my own flowers, too.
- Igor: Not that, Nanny.