Lily: Damn it! And we are spittin’ pissed at being served up a steaming plate of door!
Vivian: I don’t get pissed. A gypsy once told me it brings on hemorrhoids.
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(hugging Ned)
Chuck: I’ll let you breathe in a minute, I promise.
Ned: I’m good.
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Ned: Are we together?
Chuck: Mmm. We’re so gethered, electrons couldn’t get between us.
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Emerson: Well, hate to be a bitch, but ain’t no way in the world I’m taking this case.
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Emerson: So, make it look like an accident. Trip over an Ottoman and Dick Van Dyke that ass.
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Emerson: Mrs. McQuoddy? Present conditions are cold, rainy, with a 100% chance that “you’re dead.”
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Emerson: Oh, Hell, we got a melty mouth.
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Gus: Such a depressing word, “diorama.” It has “die” in it. I like “rama.”
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Annabelle: One can never add enough glitter to a husband’s memory.
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Narrator: As the tide turned for the Pie Maker, a turn of the tide allowed Emerson Cod and Olive Snook to turn their investigation to a sea cave.
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Chuck: But it’s just a normal father/daughter/daughter’s boyfriend dynamic.
Ned: It’s not.
Chuck: Why not? Because he’s been dead for 20 years? Just… pretend he’s been in a coma.
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Charles: Come with me, Button. Pie is… simple. It’s limited. Just a bit of… pastry and filling. Cake is complex. Layered with treasures waiting to be discovered.
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Emerson: Shut the a capella up.
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Olive: You were getting down with the diorama dame.
Gus: I damned that dame every time she made an advance.
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