Charles: [over walkie-talkies] Seriously, guys, why are we doing this? We should just wait for the DNA test.
Jake: We will. But the lab said it would take a week. They had to get a new tech.
Charles: Oh, no. Why?
Jake: Uh... the old one had a bad allergic reaction to... beakers.
Charles: Ugh. Labs are full of them. That's awful.
Jake: Yeah, and real. Anyways, since Lyndon is our only actual suspect, we might as well investigate.
Charles: Let me ask you this. Is he gushing?
Jake: Don't say those words.
Charles: The pressure of keeping secrets makes Boyles stress-sweat. Once, we played Mafia, and you'd never seen so many dripping wet cousins in one room.
Jake: Come on.