Mr. Williamson: So what about Africa? You enjoy hunting there?
Ted Grey: Hunting... I'd say hunting's a lot better in the city.
Mr. Williamson: Thatta boy... I think.
Jake Gallo: That sheet, on which she embroided fantails once, spread it so as to cover her face. If her horny feet portrude, they come to show how cold she is, and dumb. Let the lamp afix its beam. The only emperor, is the emperor of ice cream.
Ted Grey: How do you know I won't tell?
Jake Gallo: Because there so happens to exist distinct physical evidence putting you at the crime scene at the time of death. I know because I placed it there. And I can prove with a mathematical certainty that you killed him, but that won't really matter if you're the boy I think you are.
Griffin Cavenaugh: You wanted to know if there was a problem? There is one. We don't like you.
Ted Grey: That's not a problem.