LUD:
"Oh hell, if you're so damn right all the time, how come we have a daughter we don't understand too good, and a pink-haired punk granddaughter, got the manners of a terrorist. Leaves dirty finger-prints on the cheese, wears something makes the garage door flap up. Old man Sanders stops me out here says he saw somethin' odd lookin' in the yard. Worried we might have poltergeists. I had to say, "No, that wasn't no poltergeist, that was my grand-daughter. She glows in the dark 'cause her necklace is a reflective flea collar." How in the hell do you think that makes me feel? "

MARIE: (Surprised at news, almost in tears)
"Well, Lud! Why didn't you just go on and let him think it was poltergeists? Go in there and just jerk the plug out of the socket."

LUD: (Tries knob)
"Agnus, Agnus, you open up this door."
(Tries knob)
"Locked!"
(Pushes against door)
"Damn! My bursitis."
(Gets idea)
"Where's that fuse box? I'll fix her wagon."
(LUD opens box, unscrewing fuse. The lights go out, the music contimues)

MARIE: (In dark)
"Well, she's using her transistor, dolthead. Turn the light back on."

LUD:
"I can't find the damn fuse in the dark!"

(DOOR OPEN, SLAM)

MARIE: (To AGNUS crossing room in dark.)
"Agnus, Agnus, I demand to know where you are going at this time of night looking like that."

AGNUS: (Screams)
"You wouldn't want to know!"
(Door slams)

LUD: (Screwing in fuse, runs to window and looks at garage door)
"Shh!... Yeah. Yeah, there it went. Flapped right up!"