“Your flashlights increase the level of visible squalor.”
“That’s right. I probably wouldn’t be searching, because Gavigan lives at the end of my shotgun.”
“Terrible housekeeper… doesn’t keep the books… oh yeah, tried to kill us…”
“He is frozen. There are no words. This unit has wound down.”
“If it was that one, she would be… well, like the fireplace.”
“Well done. Ashy.”
“I’m not asking you.”
“Yes, but you’re surrounded by smartasses.”
“I don’t know… Vodka, tonic, grenadine.”
“Your Egyptian is awesome.”
“Oh good, this one speaks English.”
“So did the last one.”
“Yes, but she was a snake monster.”
“That doesn’t mean she can’t speak English.”
“Bad seed.”
“That means something coming from you, asshole.”
“But then I wouldn’t have a shotgun coozy.”
“So at this point, I’m thinking we’re dealing with a world-wide conspiracy of assholes.”
“Yeah, he’s the first line of defense.”
“Ablative cultist!”
“Everyone crowd around. I’m being useful.”
“Take pictures. It may never happen again.”
“Boy, you sure do got a lotta mouths.”
“I told you it’s dated yesterday.”
“Are you gonna write yesterday on it?”
“Yes.”
“Occult rolls?”
“Are those like cinnamon rolls?”
“People don’t clear off an entire shelf for a single lump of coal, unless it was a very special Christmas.”
“Don’t give anything you want to any of these cultists!”
“Do you want to go… show Gavigan… the thing… we were talking about…?” *pause* “Do you want to shoot him now?”
“Until tonight, I had never shot at a man who didn’t shoot at me first. Tonight, I’m covered in other men’s blood…”
“I am in fact a gentleman’s gentleman, which makes me doubly gentlemanly.”
“How’s your character’s mathematics?”
“Non-euclidean.”
“That’s a mythos conspiracy.”
“…Number of fingers and toes?”
“Yes.”
“Not currently involved in any active investigations. Currently being the key word.”
“Once I was sane. Now I hear turkeys all the time.”
“Yeah, I see nothing that says, ‘know reputable gangsters.'”
“I offered to turn the boat around, but nobody wanted to.”
“It’s beached.”
“It’s sinking.”