Viviane and her family watch a news report on the two approaching planets.
Reporter: The planets are still coming closer.
Grandmother: More alien rubbish. Have you found a man yet, Viviane?
Viviane: No.
Grandmother: So sad.
Aunt Marie: You should really look in here. I mean, there are lots of adverts, some of them very tempting. This one's looking for a BBW. I don't know what that is.
Aunt Helen: It's a car, dear. Right.
Grandmother: Big beautiful woman.
Aunt Marie: Is it? Who knew?
Viviane: Looking at the classifieds!
Aunt Helen: This one's got its own dungeon.
Viviane: Great! I love dungeons!
Aunt Marie: See, that's perfect for you, isn't it? All that old stuff, you'd love that.
Viviane: History is being rewritten and you want to talk about a man.
Aunt Helen: Or a woman.
Viviane: Aunt Helen.
Aunt Marie: "Women seeking women." Here we go.
Viviane: You could ask me about my work.
Aunt Marie: Why would we do that? I mean, it's just dusty old books.
Viviane: Now I welcome the end of days!
Viviane gets up.
Viviane Mother: What's so terrible about me wanting you to have what I had with your father? He was an ass.
Viviane: Do you know what father didn't have? The one thing that his beloved knights of the round table had in spades, and he was utterly lacking? Honor.
Aunt Marie: You can say that again.
Viviane Mother: If you can stop loathing a dead man long enough, you might want to have a look in his study. All that rubbish. There might be something you want to keep.
Viviane goes to reach the door handle but remembers when she was a kid and sees everything related to the knights as she inspects the papers on the table. She then finds a necklace and her father grabs it.
Viviane Father: Do not touch that!
Young Viviane: Sorry, daddy.
Viviane walks out of the house.
Viviane: I don't want anything. Tell the university to take the lot.
She enters her car, and an envelope is shot out onto the seat. She opens it and reads it.
Viviane: "The 12th Earl of Folgan urgently requests your presence at high tea this very moment."
The car locks and takes off of its own accord and starts driving her through the streets of London.
Viviane: Stop! Move! Move!
The car nearly hit someone.
Viviane: God! Sorry! Okay, Okay.
She grabs an object and smashes it at the window breaking it.
Hot Rod: Oh, please, mademoiselle, don't do that.
Viviane: What?
Hot Rod: Je m'appelle hot rod.
Viviane: Christ alive, you're one of them!
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