I washed it off, of course. It's real, all right. Yeah, you with the cape. Here's your mortgage payment, and still five minutes to go. Now get your fleabitten hide out of here before I sell you for stewmeat.
Train track runs across the stage from right to left.
Julian enters leading Polly, whose hands are tied, and carrying the gold. I had not fully grasped the depth of your calumny before now. You are the devil incarnate. My fiance will follow you to the depths of the earth and bring you to retribution for your heinous crimes. Marry me, and let me take you away from all this.