Hello, what do want now, Lickboot? No more money? Without proof, that Robyn's being well...

Aunt Pristine Figg: [On the phone with Lickboot, the day after Robyn's second escape] Hello, what do want now, Lickboot? [pause to listen] Aunt Pristine Figg: No more money? Lickboot: [Talking at work office] Without proof, that Robyn's being well cared for, we can't touch another penny of her father's money. Aunt Pristine Figg: Don't talk foolishness Lickboot. Can't you... do something... [evil snicker] Aunt Pristine Figg: Devious? I sure if you put you mind to it, you can be really, sleazy. Lickboot: Why thank you, Pristine. But suppose we get her back, and the little brat tell Daddy Starling, why she ran away. Aunt Pristine Figg: Who's gonna believe, an over emotional, whining distraught little girl? Or me, her warm loving, concern nanny? Now do something, I mean lie, cheat, steal, corrupt a government! Do anything to get that money! You nervy nitwit. Lickboot: Oh well, That's easy, a reward. Aunt Pristine Figg: A reward? Lickboot: Yes, people will do anything for money. Aunt Pristine Figg: Oh, don't I know. So? Lickboot: So, we offer a reward for her. Someone will turn her in. Big reward. Say one million dollars. Aunt Pristine Figg: But, we don't have a million dollars! Lickboot: I know, that's why it's so sleazy. Aunt Pristine Figg: Huh? Oh. [gasp, snickering] Aunt Pristine Figg: Oh I love it, when you talk like that.