[HORSE WHINNIES]
Gentlemen, I want you to meet my daughters, Marie Louise
Pauline, Marie Louise Jeanne, and from my first marriage,
Marie Delphine Lopez--
but everyone calls her Borquita.
What they may lack in outer beauty,
they more than make up for with their many talents.
Borquita is a huge help to me with the domestics,
while Jeanne excels in petit point.
My youngest, Pauline, well, her major talent
has yet to reveal itself.
Perhaps my talent is in the boudoir, mother dear.
I guess we'll find out on your wedding night, mon petit.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
LOUIS: Mon cherie.
When the blood dries, my skin is
supposed to be tight as a drum.
Just look at this wattle.
[SNIFFS] This blood's not fresh.
Borquita!
Mon cherie, something's happened
during the dinner party.
[MUSIC SWELLS]
Stupid slut!
I invite all the eligible bachelors just to meet you,
and you spread your filthy legs for the house man!
You might as well rut with the family dog!
You can't control me, mother.
The hell I can't!
The hell I can't.
You know what we're going to say?
We're going to say he took you by force,
like the savage he is.
No, ma'am.
I did no such thing.
That's what happened.
Pauline came on to me, and I told
her I belong to someone else.
Keep that mongrel quiet.
Hold him upstairs.
No, no, no.
Bonsoir, my pets.
Did you all miss me?
[STRUGGLING]
Hush up.
Or I'll rip your lips open and stuff more shit in there.
Why?
Why are you doing this to us?
Because I can.
Oh, merde.
Now we're going to have flies up here.
There, that should do it.
[SPEAKING LOUISIANA FRENCH] You want to rut like a beast,
then we're going to treat you like one.
Where's my picaninny with the head?
[CRYING OUT]
Put it on him.
Darling, you have outdone yourself.
How ever did you think this up?
My great literacy began with Greek mythology.
I used to sit on daddy's lap, and he would read
me those stories full of their vengeful gods and
wondrous, miraculous creatures.
But the Minotaur was always my favorite--
half man, half bull.
And now I have one of my very own.
[SCREAMING]