Janus, black veil attached to his bowler hat: This is so sad. I'll miss my husband so much.
Virgil: There's still blood on your hands. You obviously killed him.
Janus: So incredibly sad that my wealthy husband has died.
Virgil: You— This is so suspicious. How does nobody else find this incredibly suspicious?
Patton, hugging Janus: Shhh. He's grieving.
Logan, patting Janus's back: Shhh. He's single.
Logan: Just wrote 'he had sawn it coming.' To bed with me
Janus: At least that's pronounced differently.
Logan: Just wrote offly instead of awfully. Can you tell I'm exhausted?
Janus: Yes, because this is a verbal conversation so I don't have any idea what you're talking about.
Logan: ...
Logan: I'm going to bed.
Janus: Good choice.