Narrator: The facts were these...
Olive Snook: Jiminy Crispies!
Emerson Cod: Oh, HELL no!
Emerson Cod: Aww Hell No!
Emerson Cod: You can't die of evilness.
Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles: Happens all the time; you do something mean or hurtful to someone like tell a secret... Bang! You're dead.
Olive Snook: Or bang! You're not really dead, you're just pretending to be dead while other people who think you're dead are heartbroken.
Emerson Cod: Or bang! You talk too much and you both go wait in the car.
Ned: Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way we ask for forgiveness. It's the best anyone can do.
Olive Snook: Yesterday, a ferrier named Lucas Shoemaker was found dead. Trampled.
Emerson Cod: Why should I care about a dude that sells fur coats?
Olive Snook: Not a furrier, a ferrier. Heir.
Emerson Cod: Fair-rier?
Olive Snook: It's a blacksmith. Puts shoes on horses.
Emerson Cod: Don't try to act like that's a word everybody knows.
Narrator: The Pie Maker had grown accustomed to the feeling his heart made when it looked out his eyes and saw her sleeping in the next bed.
Emerson Cod: Future Me though, is going 'I told you so' up one side of you down the other one... but Now Me is just gonna sit back and watch.
Emerson Cod: Well, that idea might make a stupid idea feel better about itself.
Ned: You're supposed to be dead. You're pushing your luck.
Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles: Yeah, well, luck pushed me first.
Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles: Do you think dying has made me morbid?
Olive Snook: I'm a pack rat of sorts myself. Of emotions. Not so much with actual things.