Wake his Lordship. The unspeakable has happened, We must speak of it immediately! What is...

Archibald Snatcher: [first line, Snatcher to Butler at the front door] Wake his Lordship. The unspeakable has happened, We must speak of it immediately! [struggles with Butler, trying to slam the door on him] Lord Portley-Rind: [Frustrated] What is is, Snatcher? Archibald Snatcher: BOXTROLLS HAVE COME AND STOLEN A CHILD! Lord Portley-Rind: Gasp, no. Archibald Snatcher: There no doubt, picking their teeth with his adorable baby bones, by now. Lord Portley-Rind: Horribly tragedy. [in a non-interested tone] Lord Portley-Rind: Lets deal with it in the morning. Archibald Snatcher: [while butler aggressively presses the door on Snatcher] STOP, that's not the worst of it. They'll come after... [Butler slams the door in Snatcher's face, and is now talking through the mailslot of the mansion] Archibald Snatcher: our cheeses! Lord Portley-Rind: [SCARED] MY GOUDA? Archibald Snatcher: They'll stop at nothing. Lord Portley-Rind: Oh you're the town exterminator, I'll pay whatever it takes. Archibald Snatcher: Oh I don't want money, I want one of those [pointing at Portly Rind's hat] Lord Portley-Rind: A white hat? you? ABSURD! Archibald Snatcher: Alright then, by prepare to say bye bye to your brie, cheerio to your cheddar, good bye... Lord Portley-Rind: Hey, Have every boxtrolls gone, with proof. Archibald Snatcher: For a white hat? I WILL DESTROY EVERY LAST BOXTROLL IN THIS TOWN!

Wake His Lordship. The unspeakable has happened. We must speak of it immediately! What is it, Snatcher? Boxtroll monsters have stolen a child! No! They're no doubt picking their teeth with his adorable baby bones by now. Horrible tragedy. Let's deal with it in the morning. Stop! Ow! That's not the worst of it. Next they'll come after our cheeses! My Gouda? They'll stop at nothing. You're the town exterminator. I'll pay whatever it takes. Oh, I don't want money. I want one of those. A white hat? You? Absurd! All right, then. But prepare to say "Bye-bye" to your Brie, "Cheerio" to your cheddar, "Goodbye" to your... Very well! Every boxtroll gone. With proof. For a white hat? I will destroy every last boxtroll in this town! Hear ye, hear ye! Good citizens of Cheesebridge, the curfew is in force. Don't dawdle, or the beasts will tear you limb from limb. They will add your flesh to their rivers of blood, and mountains of bones. Let's go! Ooh! The curfew is on! Child! Do you want to end up like the Trubshaw baby? Dragged underground and feasted upon one year ago this very night!