Winter: Your brother is such a sore winner.
Alma: Want me to put scorpions under his pillow?
Winter: OMG, that’d be great! Thank you!
Winter discovered Alma is an Evil littler twerp like her.
Caitlin: And who is this creep?
Lothario: If you can’t tell by the hair, it’s one of my washed-up relatives.
Elendil: I don’t have to take this, I’m leaving.
Lothario: Good riddance!
………what a weird conversation.
Caitlin: Loth! You need to stop just shouting for me, I’m not a lapdog!
Lothario: I never said-!
Caitlin: What are you, some kind of diva?
Elendil: No, that’s me.
Lothario: Uncle Elle, would you mind excusing us for a minute?
Caroline: This is scarier than the haunted house!
Do pregnant townies stay in labor indefinitely when they’re away from home, or what?