Miller:Enough with the twin antics!
Riley:We’re the …
Brody:Super Twins!
Riley:Because we’re real twins.
Brody:Fraternal twins are siblings. Not twins.
Elder:I hope Soleil has fraternal twins.
Brody:Elder, Elder, Elder. Everyone knows only the mother’s genetics matter with regard to the chances of having a twin.
Miller:ENOUGH!
Brody:Uh-oh. The grump is mad.
Riley:I hope he doesn’t pillage the village in a rage-fueled fury.
Miller:Damon, tell us why you kept Skye a secret before I end up killing two of my siblings.
Brody:It was nice knowing you Elder.
Riley:And Peace.
Peace:I can arrest them. Keep them in jail overnight.
Brody:Boy’s night!
Riley:I’ll bring the snacks!
Brody:I’ll bring the booze!
Miller:Let Damon answer before I have to buy a shovel to bury your bodies.
Peace:My mom has a shovel you can borrow.
Riley:As if Damon’s going to answer anyway.
Brody:As if we need Damon to answer.
Riley:Yeah, we know why Damon kept Skye a secret.
Brody:It wasn’t hard to figure out. Although my being a genius definitely helps.
Damon:Okay, genius. Tell me why I allegedly kept Skye a secret.
Brody:Because you’re afraid you’re the same as our dad.
Riley:Which is completely silly.
Brody:Exactly. You didn’t cheat on anyone when you slept with Maria.
Damon:I have shit to do.
Riley:Which is Damon-speak for ‘Riley and Brody are correct. They’re so smart. I wish I was as smart as them.’
Damon:Smart ass and being smart are not the same thing.