(in response to Ed's question about his signature line, with the offer of caramel brownies as a reward)
Beige: Oh, I know it! It's...um...it's from...uh...how about you just slip me the brownie and we just say I answered it correctly.
Scooter: Look at that...a security Fraggle's trying to bend the rules.
Beige: It's no different from you invoking your uncle's name whenever you want something done, gofer boy.
Storyteller: Boys, stop dissecting each other's moral fiber...so anyway, what's everyone doing on Thursday?
Erin: Oh, we're all meeting at my grandmother's place this year. I'm bringing the squash buns, my parents are bringing the stuffing, I don't know who's in charge of the cranberry sauce...
Nora: (sigh) I'm putting up with the siblings again.
Storyteller: You always get depressed this time of year, don't you, Nora?
Nora: I know...but it's my big brother, he's really difficult - accuses me of hanging out with weirdoes.
Beige: That's actually not an unfounded accusation...
Scooter: Well, just do what we do when my uncle gets way too uptight. Drop an ice cube down his neck or hide rubber snakes in his briefcase.
Erin: Does it work?
Scooter: No...but that's all Skeeter and I can do when our aunt isn't around to talk some sense into him.