Sergeant Jeffords: Oh, my God. We can't tell Charles.
Jake: You wanna lie to our dear friend about the one thing that's most important to him in the whole world?
Sergeant Jeffords: Yes.
Jake: Okay, good, me too. Now all we have to do is prove that Cousin Lyndon is the murderer before Charles asks about the DNA results.
Charles: Hi, guys.
Jake: Ah. Hey, man. Where'd you come from?
Charles: I slinked up. You know how good Boyles are at slinking. It's because of our fleshy toe pads.
Jake: Right. And you, Charles, have said fleshy toe pads because you are a Boyle, from snout to anus.
Charles: "A Boyle from snout to anus." That is so sweet. I'm stealing that for the eulogy.
Jake: Ah, you don't have to.