Axl: Whoa! Brick is on the couch, Dad's on the microfiche? If you guys were gonna switch bodies, you should've waited till I came home so at least one of you had a shot at trading up.

Frankie: [v.o.] Out here in the middle, we usually feel pretty safe. But there's one day of the year you never know what's lurking outside your door.
Sue: Dad, the door's still sticking! You gotta fix it!
Mike: It is fixed. What are you doing here?
Sue: Mom knew I was coming.
Mike: You're gonna be here for Halloween? Wouldn't you rather be up at school?
Sue: Mom knows I hate being at school for Halloween. Don't you guys ever talk?
Mike: Mom knows I hate talking.

Sue: Well, don't worry. My Halloween is gonna be great. I am going to a party with Axl and Lexie. I'm gonna be hanging with my brother and best friend. How cool is that! You know, I kinda thought it might be weird and all when they started dating, but it's been great! We all go out for Thai food, impromptu board game nights. Plus, whenever Lexie's around, Axl never farts on my head.

Brick: Well, looks like I'll be staying in on the night of mischief. Oh, there is a party. But I can't go 'cause Cindy will be there. Also, I was not invited.
Sue: Seriously, Brick, why did you ever break up with her?
Brick: I was in a rut. I wanted to be free to sow my wild oats... to really cut loose! [returns to the microfiche]

Mike: See, this is exactly why I didn't tell ya. I knew you'd make a big deal out of it. Besides, that death was two owners ago. How do we even know it really happened?
Brick: Oh, it happened. "A woman was found dead Sunday afternoon in her home at 427 Birchwood Avenue." It's here in the Orson Herald... March 17, 1969.
Frankie: Let me see. Let me see. [squints] Ugh, read it to me. I don't have my glasses.
Brick: "The body of Claudia Rose Tucker, age 40..."
Frankie: Ooh, she was so young. And how sad is it that I said 40 was so young? Go on.
Brick: "...was found March 16th by her husband, who called for an ambulance when she was found unresponsive in her bathtub."
Frankie: Ew! Not my bathtub! Why couldn't it be the laundry room? I already hate it in there.

Mike: Look, I'm sorry for not telling you. But we had $5 to our name and Axl was on the way, so it was either this house or the one with the woman who raised all the rats and called them her babies. Just promise you're not gonna get all crazy with this.
Frankie: I won't, but I won't be stepping foot again in that bathroom. Brick, you're gonna have to share the death bathroom with your dad. Plan accordingly, Mike. He's a reader.

Frankie: Brick, write this name down... "Detective Philip Strickland." Ooh! They questioned the husband again. Okay, I'm tellin' ya, Mike. I think it's murder, and I think maybe the husband did it. It's always the husband.
Mike: Gee, I wonder why.
Frankie: Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but read the article for yourself. And who knows? Maybe if we solve this mystery, Claudia's soul will finally rest in peace, the curse will be lifted from our house, and my bruise will go away. Now, Henry said she drowned in the tub after church, while he was golfing.
Brick: And I'm no fan of sport, but isn't March a little early for golfing?
Mike: Uh, if you guys had kept reading, there's an article from a week later that says the death was ruled "accidental drowning due to cardiac arrest." No foul play. Case closed.
Brick: [sighs] Shoot. I was gonna impress Cindy by solving a murder. Guess I'll have to continue my old plan of calling and hanging up when she answers.

Brick: Mom, I know you're gonna think I'm crazy, but something's really bothering me about the Claudia Tucker Case.
Frankie: No, I don't think you're crazy. Something's been bothering me, too.
Brick: You go first.
Frankie: Okay. So, I was thinking, maybe there's a pattern to her water usage. Did Claudia usually take a bath on Sunday, or was she bathed against her will, A.K.A. murdered? So I put in a call to Orson Water and Power to check their records for 1969. Still waiting to hear back.

Frankie: What do you got?
Brick: Well, I noticed this weird discrepancy. Claudia's death date in the news article is different than the one in her obituary.
Frankie: Oooh. Wait, what? I was thinking of my thing. Say it again.
Brick: In the original article, it says she died on March 16th. But in her obituary, the date is March 18th. Why is it two days later?
Frankie: Could've just been a misprint.
Brick: Or... follow me here... maybe her husband lied to the press to cover his tracks.
Frankie: Interesting. And how about this? Maybe the newspaper was in on it.
Brick: Of course! We already know the Herald can't be trusted to do thorough copy-editing. But how do we know which date is right? What do you think her gravestone says?
Frankie: There's only one way to find out.

Brick: So, this is Sylvia's house? I gotta say, "Sylvia" doesn't sound like a murderer's name.
Frankie: That's how she got away with it all these years. Remember, don't lead the facts. Let the facts lead you.
Brick: So, what's the plan here? You can't just knock on someone's door.
Frankie: You can on Halloween. [Sylvia opens the door]
Frankie & Brick: Trick or treat!
Sylvia: Oh! Happy Halloween! Where are your bags and your costumes?
Frankie: Well, we are in costume. I'm a haggard mom, and he's my weird son.
Brick: Really, Mom, weird? You had to go there? [Brick takes a treat]
Frankie: Don't eat that. She's a murderer.