Frank gave Bridget a giddy smile, the idea of Tarantino putting Tolkien's works on film making him so excited he nearly bounced in place. "Smaug would blow shite up, instead of just setting stuff on fire. BOOM!" Frank laughed. "I'm Frank." Frank took her hand and shook it, his grip strong. "Nice to meet you BeeBee... Like the Bride's daughter. BeeBee Kiddo." Before he had aged, Frank had watched Kill Bill. He couldn't really recall the movie now, but the name suddenly popped into his head. "Is your mu-- No, never mind. That would be rude of me to ask." Frank looked at her apologetically. He almost asked her if her mother was a master assassin, foolishly thinking that if she was, Bee would be able to tell him the truth.