Clare: What's become of us? What has become of us?
Erin: Keep an eye on that kitchen window, you.
Clare: I want no part of this!
Erin: Well, you're in too deep now, Clare.
Clare: You're stealing a body!
James: Let's just get it over with, and never, ever speak of it again.
Michelle: Jesus Christ, my nails are fucking ruined!
Erin: Less talk, more digging.