Milla Jovofug

PAUL ANDERSON: Okay, honey, let’s go.

MILLA JOVOVICH: We will go when I say so. MWA HA HA HA HAAAAA.

PAUL: What’s with the cackling, babe? What are you plotting?

MILLA: You’d like to know that, wouldn’t you? MWA HA HA HA HAAAAA.

PAUL: This is freaky. You kind of remind me of your evil character in Zoolander. You’re not about to kidnap me and force me to watch a video that turns me into a brainwashed killing machine that will assassinate a foreign prime minster while racy ’80s pop plays in the background… are you?

MILLA: Don’t be so tense, honey. Why don’t you… RELAX? MWA HA HA HA HAAAAA.

PAUL: I can’t relax when you’re in evil mode. You look like a Satanic milkmaid plotting how to hold a blood orgy. And I REALLY can’t relax when you’re in those pants. For one thing, I don’t understand them. For another, how long is it going to take me to yank those off your legs later? Should I pay the babysitter for an extra hour?

MILLA: You should pay her for her SOUL. MWA HA HA H–

PAUL: Yeah, yeah, “HA HAAAAA,” I get it. That’s just great.