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38 Adrian points to the hem of her negligee which has CAUGHT ON FIRE. He leaps forward and pulls her away from the fireplace. He swats at the flames with his hands to extinguish them. He grasps Elvira's shoulders. ADRIAN Are you alright? Is the fire out? Adrian inspects Elvira's charred nightgown. ELVIRA (In a daze) Honey, it's just getting' started! Uh, I mean, a cinder must have landed on my nightgown. Adrian releases his hold on her and his expression grows dark and intense. ADRIAN It was no accident...This house is not a healthy place for you to be. ELVIRA Ewww...not healthy? Come to think of it, I have been scratchin' myself a lot lately... Elvira squirms and scratches. ADRIAN (CONT.) ...and I'm sure Lord Hellubus has not been the most gracious of hosts. ELVIRA Duh...that's the understatement of the 19th century.