Emma:*Answers Phone.* Hello?

Emma: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Regina: It's Regina

Emma: What did she do this time?

Regina: No, it's me, Emma. It's actually me.

Emma: What did you do this time?

Enid: I found these notes. Is this a cello piece you wrote?

Wednesday: Yes, it’s called “Grand Exit”. I wrote it for my funeral.

Enid: Why would you write a song for your funeral?

Wednesday: Because I’m painfully aware of what other people listen to. You’ll have to make sure that no one dares to play a slow pop song for me or I will come back and haunt the shit out of you.

Enid: In that case, I’ll start making a playlist right now, called: “What’s poppin’, Wenny”

Wednesday: You are no longer invited, you wicked witch. What the fuck

Enid: See you in the afterlife, babe.

E: I've got you.

Enid: My girlfriend is just more attentive than yours.

Yoko: What makes you think that?

Enid: It’s the fact that I’m going on a moonlight picnic tonight with Wednesday and your girlfriend is going for a swim with her friends while you’re all alone like a loser.

Yoko: Oh, get fucked, honestly.

Enid: Hopefully.

Yoko: Ew, Enid, no.

Enid: Nah, I’m going for ‘Oh, Enid, yes’

Yoko: I’m leaving.

Enid: Well, you’re certainly not coming tonight.

Yoko: STOP TALKING TO ME!

Enid: Do you believe in karma?

Wednesday: I believe in vengeance, violence and my abilities as an axe murderer.

Enid: Hm. Should I not tell you then that Bianca ate your last donut?

Wednesday: Enid, grab my axe.

Enid: Don’t you think-

Wednesday: I SAID GRAB MY AXE!

Enid:

Wednesday: I mean, if you wouldn’t mind. Please.

Enid:

Wednesday: Also, you look so pretty today.

Enid: *happily skips away to fetch an axe for murdering purposes*