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Case solved, killer locked up, Eve and Roarke enjoy a much needed and deserved mini-vacation on a tropical island. 🏝️
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Pizza, according to Eve Dallas: “Glory wrapped in heaven.” #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: How did it get to be morning again?
Roarke: There you have that pesky rotation of the Earth.
Eve: I slept like a... I was going to say rock because people say that, but it's stupid. Rocks don't sleep.
Roarke: But they're usually very still and quiet.
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Eve: Thanks. I’ll bang you like a marching band on the island.
Roarke: A marching band?
Eve: They got drums, right? Lots of drums. Bang, boom, bang.
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Eve and Roarke had an argument over money, and how she hasn't had to think about it since they got married, and she doesn't like that. But the argument turned more into decision on how to deal with that (both ways). Eve was really glad it didn't become a full-blown fight.
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Roarke (upon Eve waking up): There she is.
Eve: Is there a half ton of cat on my ass?
Roarke: There is indeed. I can't decide if he's there to guard you from any and all intruders or just keep you down until you got some sleep.
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Mrs. Kajinski: Take that table. I'll bring you a nosh.
Eve: We're fine, thank you, but—
Mrs. Kajinski: You sit in my place, you have a nosh.
Peabody (aside to Eve): Whatever it is, it'll be really good nosh.
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Eve (cont): We have to deal with enough blood without worrying about it spurting out of the shower.
Peabody: Okay, that's guaranteed to give me daymares the next time I take one.
(3/3)
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Peabody (cont): One of Egypt's ten, and one of the seven predicted in Revelation.
Eve: How do you know this stuff?
Peabody: Oh, just things you pick up.
Eve: I’d put them right down again.
(2/3)
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Eve: You'd think a little rain ranked as one of those biblical plagues, like, what is it, locusts.
Peabody: Or water turning to blood.
Eve: That's ridiculous. That's a plague?
Peabody: It's a popular one.
(1/3)
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Peabody: I actually like today's tie.
Eve: Don't make me hurt you.
😂😂😂😂
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I always chuckle at Eve's reaction to whatever crazy necktie or shirt or (in this case) socks that Detective Jenkinson is wearing. 😂😂😂😂
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Eve: I need a cash machine.
Peabody: It looked like you had plenty.
Eve: It’s Roarke’s.
Peabody (joking): Isn’t most of the cash in the world Roarke’s.
Eve (grumbles): Sure seems like it.
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Eve: Does the price include going to France to buy it?
Peabody: If only, But since I doubled my money, I can afford it. Now I just have to decide what color. I may go for the red, because big pop of color there. But the blue is so gorgeous.
(2/2)
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Eve: What the hell is a cocotte?
Peabody: It's a pot. A French cooking pot. I bet Summerset's got one. I want it for my fabulous kitchen, but it's like nine hundred dollars, so—
Eve: Nine hundred dollars? For a pan?
Peabody: A pot. A French pot.
(1/2)
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Peabody (cont): This is why I don't gamble. How do you know a sure thing from a sucker bet?
Eve: They're all sucker bets. Just ask Santiago's cowboy hat.
(3/3)
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Peabody (cont): because new bed, and this cocotte I want so ultra bad. Plus, we have to outfit our new, amazing powder room. We have a powder room! And stuff. But since it sounds like a sure thing... Except sure things can be sucker bets.
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Eve: I bet he recorded it. And I'd bet your month's pay and mine he's done the same with all the media on the murders."
Peabody: I really need my month's pay. We bought a new bed and it's— I'll get to that later. But I really need my pay.
(1/3)
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Roarke: I’ll get your coffee, as I want one myself.
Eve: Hold mine until I shower.
Roarke (shocked): Did you saw hold the coffee? Did the dream punch from Big Bitch Brenda knock something loose?
Eve: The dream punch woke me up. Bang. So yeah, hold that.
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Eve (after Roarke rushed in after hearing her jolt up from sleep): I’m okay, I’m okay. God, you didn’t have to break off from buying Australia or whatever. I’m fine.
Roarke: I’d just broken off—thought still lack owning a continent.
Eve: Only a matter of time.
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After Eve jolts awake from a dream/nightmare, Galahad immediately goes to comfort her.
Eve (while petting Galahad): Okay, fine. It’s fine, it’s fine. Should get up anyway.
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After seeing Jamie and Quilla as witnesses at the next crime scene:
"They're dating, aren't they?" The idea made her twitchy. "How can they be dating?"
"Well now, that usually begins with mutual attraction, perhaps a mutual interest."
"Shut up."
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2 times. Pool sex to cap off a Sunday nap. 🐇🐇
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Eve: I think, I really think, she'd have grabbed those dreams if some dooser hadn't killed her.
Roarke: Translate dooser.
Eve (proud she knows the answer): Combo of dick and loser.
Roarke: That's a good one.
Eve: What I said.
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Eve (on the victim): She wasn't a wheeze or a weeb or a tot or a flaker or a bruiser.
Roarke: What language are you speaking?
Eve: Teenage.
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Eve (about Bella): Where does she get that laugh? It's like somebody on happy juice in an asylum.
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Mavis (beaming): Want me to teach you how to make a magalicious salad?
Eve (practically running away): I absolutely don’t.
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I like how Eve admits that despite being kid-phobic, she finds Mavis’s kid Bella irresistible.
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Reed: I saw the vid about you. (To Peabody) So I know you're the nice one. (To Eve) You can be mean. You have to be mean to the bastard who killed my sister. Check it?
Eve: I've arrested a lot of people. None of them thought I was the nice one.
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They call them dooryards in Ireland, and I don't get that, either, but at least there's a kind of yard outside the door.
Peabody: Why are they yards? It’s not like everybody's is a multiple of three feet.
Eve: Right. Why are they yards?
(2/2)
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