Kadir: *bringing in drinks* Mmmm, the Family-tini. Old family recipe. Tastes like the loving embrace of family.
Carnol: *looking at the drinks* Are these melted popsicles in cups?
Kadir: The stirrer has a riddle on it.
***
Xenala: I have 13 different apologies depending on how mad you are.
Ilyas: Close the door.
Xenala: Oh, you're that mad.
***
Edith: Well, Elijah's gone sea-mad. We're dead.
