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Following the death of a polygamist dog breeder, Emerson, Ned, and Chuck try to figure out which wife poisoned his coffee. It is when they find out that his death is the result of marketing a new breed of dog that they find out each wife had her own motive for killing Harold that they are able to solve the mystery.
In the past, Young Ned tries to use his imagination to create a model life for himself but his imagination fails him. Wearing his dinosaur play suit, he looks up at the moon. At the same time, Chuck looks up at the moon wearing her dinosaur playsuit...Read the full recap
Ned: I had a sexy dream about Olive last night and I'm sure it was influenced by a reality-based kiss. By the road. You know...
Emerson: There is no way for this conversation to be anything but awkward for me.
Olive: That's the most tragic story I've ever heard. Notwithstanding the big ticket items like genocide and famine, but tragic nonetheless.
Ned: Digby and I have been together for a very long time. We’re intimate, but it’s the appropriate level of canine-human intimacy.
Narrator: Where there was a reward, there was Emerson Cod.
Emerson: Under, meaning "below." Cover, meaning "the radar," people. What is so hard about that to understand?
Emerson: (after taking a call) Uh, we need to prove Hallie Hundin was innocent.
Ned: Your conscience calls you on the telephone?
Charlotte: You're taking money from blind children?
Emerson: I suppose I could pay my bills with blind kids' smiles, but their money is a lot easier.
Ned: The only reason I didn't tell you is because it didn't mean anything. Lots of stuff happens in the course of a day that I don't bother sharing. For instance, yesterday's four-berry pie was actually three and a half because I ran out of cranberries. I didn't tell you that.
Charlotte: Actually you did. You asked if orange counted as a berry and I said it didn't, but no one had to know but us.
Ned: I like that you said "us."
Simone: If you'll excuse me, I have some leftover business to handle, and a funeral to attend.
Emerson: As long as it ain't mine, I'm cool.