
Nightshade: So you're the British duo I've heard so much about. Which of you is which?

Vertigo: Oi'm Vertigo. This 'ere's me mate, Roxy. Oi'm like the muscle, and she's mostly the brains 'o the outfit.

Roxy: That's not exactly true. I also enjoy torture. We hear you're looking to keep us on retainer. We're not cheap. What's your offer?
Vertigo: Yeah. Wot's this a'bout a regular wage?

Nightshade: I've got some rules. Number one: No sex with the mad scientist. That's killing our productivity. Number two. Reputations need to pe proven. I want results before I hire anyone. You two prove how badass you are, and I'll give you a huge retainer and a bonus for every job you do. There's a pile of money on the table in the minions' barracks for expenses.

Roxy: No problem there. We'll steal you somethin' nice.
Meanwhile:

Pink: So my agent, he say it good opportunity. Acting, no? How do you get here?

Frankie: My ungrateful servants mutinied and zapped me into another dimension. So tell me Pink... are those real?

Pink: Zut alors! Do they look real?

Roxy: Oy! You two the double and the scientist? Miss Nightshade hired us to steal her something big, and I'm thinking somethin' impressive, like Big Ben.

Pink: Oh ho ho! Who notice it missing, besides silly English?

Roxy: Oh, a French tart, are you? Fine then, we'll go to the new world and take something huge. Like the Empire State building. He's a scientist, so he can make us a shrink-ray to bring it down to a proper trophy size.

Frankie: I don't know about that. It always seemed like too much of a crime to make things smaller...

Pink: Hmph! Go to ze white-haired scientist. She has ray, I hear her talk about it. And when you get it, I will go to Paris and bring back ze Tour Eiffel as a proper prize and show ze boss how useless you English are.

Roxy: That's fine, cupcake. Bring it on.
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