Adam: I get that you have constant issues with everybody, but why am I here?
Beverly: Just need a little cover story to get us inside.
Adam: Any chance I can get a little heads up on whatcha got cooking? [door opens] And the door's opening.
Mr. Glascott: Landlord. Landlord's son.
Beverly: Hi. Can we come in?
Mr. Glascott: I'm sorry. I only allow friends into my private domain. We can do our nasty business right here.
Adam: I really wish I could just get a hint about what's going on here.
Beverly: Adam needs to check the rat traps.
Adam: What?! Why me?
Beverly: Because your snuggly little boy body still fits in the crawl space.
Adam: The doctor said I'm still growing.
Beverly: Well, until then, off to the dark you go.
Mr. Glascott: Fine. Just make it quick. I was about to wash my bird's tiny mirror.
Beverly: Here's a bag in case you find anything. And a mallet, so you can... [clicks tongue] You know. [chuckles]
Adam: I don't know! And these are things that should have been discussed beforehand!