Spencer: "Hey, it's a random ankle bracelet. I can tell it was hers, though, because it was a charm bracelet. How many mannequins would have charms like a hockey stick covered in rat blood and a creepy guy with a video camera drinking milk and a snowglobe with a hidden compartment inside of a storage compartment and a bracelet that is a smaller charm bracelet where all the charms are bracelets, bracelets, bracelets?"
Jason: "When did this come to your store and can we buy it?"
Old: "I don't know, and no. Both for the same reason, which is that it's just randomly here."
Jason: "So then it's literally no skin off your ass, huh? That's a very nice bolo tie by the way."
Old: "And yet, I will be obstructive for no reason."
Jason: "Okay, April. How about a hundred bucks?"
Old: "But the mannequin's wrist will get cold!"
Jason: "Please. Four hundred dollars."
Old: "That's enough money to make me stop dicking with you, yes."
Jason: "Cool. Let's make sure you, and I, and Spencer touch it all over before we take it to the cops. Every link, every charm, every surface on that thing."
Spencer: "You're really good at this, bro! Later on I'll show you how to throw it in a fire."
IS THIS IS THIS RUMMAGE SALE STILL GOING ON DANCE STILL GOING ON
In case you hadn't noticed, this is a total Norman Buckley episode. This little scene here is a lift from The Mad Miss Manton (1938), which is one of very few Barbara Stanwyck movies I've never seen, but get this: It's about a quote "vivacious" socialite who finds a body, which then disappears, causing her to be labeled a "prankster," until she proves everybody wrong. Isn't that great? Love that man.
Hanna: "Emily, get here. Toby's creeping me out, Wilden is staring all at everybody, A is on the way to murder me, and I'm wearing heels..."
Toby: "Do you want to dance?"
Hanna: "No, thanks!"
Toby: "All right then."
Ted: "When you reach the summit, all you can hear is the wind whistling through the rocks... The last sound you'll ever hear, if this show runs true to form."
Ashley: "That sounds amazing, are you asking me out? COOL. How about next Sunday?"
Ted: "I'm kinda busy. Look around you."
Ashley: "Next next Sunday?"
Ted: "Ashley, I'm the Associate Pastor. I'm booked."
Ashley: "And me a divorcée who keeps my money in my lasagna and pokes cops for blackmail.... Cops like Wilden, who is right there staring at me to make me worry about it. I guess I should just go freak out now. On my daughter, I mean."