Goes into town after “Happiest town in the area”
Hold the joy!
Hold the joy? Why, Inspector Kemp?
Since as long as Frankenstein lives, our village remains in threat!
However, Inspector, the Baron is dead. And he was the last of the Frankensteins!
One lives! (villagers gasp) A grand son!
Who is he? What does he do?
He’s a teacher, the Dean of Anatomy at New york city’s most well-known institute of higher learning, the Johns, Miariam and Anthony Hopkins School of Medicine! As long as the young Frankenstein walks the earth, we will never be safe!
You’re 8, inspector, those frankensteins threaten!
You’re telling me? I’ll never forget, when I was a young man, one of Frankenstein’s creatures came rampaging through our town. I attempted to stop him, but I couldn’t. He tore off my left leg and my best arm.
I had to go all the way to Vienna to find a leading cosmetic surgeon who might put me back together once again.
A top cosmetic surgeon in Vienna? That need to have been costly.
Costly? Are you kidding? It cost me an arm and a leg.
Which expense more? The arm or the leg?
We need a new town moron. (as exiting) Beware of the Frankensteins!
They’re up to no great, I tell you.
Wait, wait! Let’s not hurry to judgement!
Oh, what the hell! Simply this as soon as, let’s rush to judgement!
I believe it’s about time we pay a go to on this young Frankenstein. We’ll pretend to be inviting him to Transylvania but rather we’ll be doing some major first-rate snooping! Therefore, we must all keep our ears open and our eyes peeled for any weird or suspicious goings on here in the town itself, and be especially on the lookout for … a massive cart with creaking wheels, maybe. Carrying a huge newly dug-up corpse … or a cart that could be illuminated by the swinging lanterns of a pair of cloaked serious robbers. Or something like that. You know what I mean.
In any event, my fellow villagers, if we capture them doing anything wicked up there, remember our brand-new law.
Ah, thank you. That was wonderful.
And we are pleased to be, shall I state, Herr Doktor, your velcome vagon.
So, I’m feeling a little bit of a chill out here tonight. May we can be found in?
What was that?
That time I certainly heard something.
(entryway with ziggy after cavern scene)
Any sign of the beast or the lady?
Well then, we have to keep looking! Ziggy, if we can just capture the Monster, our village could have something it’s never ever had before, something it’s always wanted, something it’s always required …
A gay bar?
(unofficial voices) HES LOOSE
Ziggy, can you even envision the dreadful things that monster could be doing to that poor, defenseless woman at this very moment?
Aha, ja, simply as we thought! The Monster! Take him!
What’s wrong? Seize him, I stated!
We’re too late, sir. He’s dead.
Dead? Are you sure? (checks pulse with fake arm) Ja, you’re right. He’s gone. Thank god!
Oh my god no, I’ve eliminated him.
However it wasn’t only the beast we came here for, Herr Doktor. It was also for you!
No, Elizabeth, I have actually caused her death, too.
We’ll hang him at midnight in the town square! Take him away!
… It’s my fault! I’m the one who ought to be punished! Dr. Fronkensteen is innocent!
Alright, if you say so. Let the Medical professional go! We’ll hang Igor rather!
Sorry, Doc … I tried.
All right, as I was saying, take the Doctor away!
After “Hang the Physician”
And now, my fellow Transylvanians, for tonight’s included event! The hanging by the neck until dead of Dr. Frederick Fronkensteen.
Do you have any last words prior to we string you up Dr. Fronkensteen?
Simply this …(cue tune)
Effectively then, you shall die a Frankenstein.
No, please, I ask you, don’t do it, please, please …
On the count of drei, prepare to bid farewell! Eins … zwei … drei!
Stop! Stand back.
What are you doing? You’re far too late! The Doktor is already dead!
Not always! Often, perchance, a brushstroke of hope, a wisp of mystic fate, can awaken a sleeping heart.
Am I crazy? What’s going on here? Less than an hour ago he was a dead beast, a hulking monster, and now he lives and talking like Noel Coward.
Half-crazed genius that he is. He not only risked his own life to conserve mine, but provided me the power of speech and a brilliant mind.
Oh yeah? If you’re so brilliant what’s nine times nine?
He is dazzling. But this makes no sense! The physician is dead. What can the monster do?
A faint pulse?
Nonsense! His neck is broken!
You’re both alive!
But not for long! String them both up! They are both accountable for the death of Elizabeth Benning.
… I have actually been looking high and low for my left shoe.
Oh. Ha, ha!
Hold everything! If she lives, all hangings are off!
I know you’re dissatisfied, we’re all dissatisfied. Nevertheless, you’re complimentary to go Herr Doktor.
And you, too, Herr Monster.
Everyone to my house for a glass of Rhine white wine and a piece of sponge cake!