Jill: Okay, we got the graham crackers for the window shutters, and the licorice for the gutters. I just need those Red Hots for the doorknobs. Where are they? They used to be right here.
Brad: [to Mark] Here. Hide the box.
Jill: What are you doing?
Brad: Taking candy from his younger cousins. He should be ashamed of himself.
Jill: Nice try, Cinnamon Breath. You should be ashamed of yourself for selling out your brother.
Brad: And yet, oddly, I feel great.