Victor: "...Sorry about that."
Jackie: "I'm sure my dreams of killing her will be even more satisfying. So thank you! *takes off her coat*
Victor: "What's that?"
Jackie: "My uniform."
Victor: "Wha-you can't walk around the house like this."
Jackie: "Why not? Bonehilda's wearing the same thing!"
Victor: "She's a pile of bones! You...you're not."
Jackie: *Grins* You'll just have to deal with it, Doctor."
Victor: "Shh, don't call me that here."
Jackie: "Then what shall I call you? Vicki?"
Victor: "Mr. Goth."
Jackie: "Meh, that's boring. So, where should I start today? Your office?"
Victor: "Eris, please just...behave."
Even when he was saying it, he couldn't stop staring at her. Her damned uniform was going to be the death of him and she knew it. It took every ounce of self control not to drag her to the nearest room and,-
Belassan: "Dad? Who's this?"
Victor: "Our new housekeeper."
Jackie: "You're Belassan, right? I'm Jackie. I'm sure we'll be the best of friends."
Belassan: "...I have enough friends."
Jackie: *Huffs* What did I tell you? A snobby little brat with,-"
Victor: "-Bonehilda, could you take Belassan to his room?"