Charles: Maybe we'll open a cold case.
Sazz: I got a cold case for ya!

Charles: Williams questioned everyone who crossed paths with Ben that night, and we can use those interrogations to make a timeline of that 30 minutes!
Oliver: Ah! I knew you were due for a good idea since your last one six months ago.

Doctor: Congratulations. It's a podcast.
Charles: Wah! [sucking]
Oliver: Mama!
Charles: Wah! Wah!
Oliver: Mabel... Mabel. Mabel! Mabel!
Charles: Wah!

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Charles: I wanted to say that I'm sorry.
Oliver: Oh, apology accepted. Friendship mended. You're hired.

Charles: I don't think she [Loretta] did it.
Oliver: Oh my God. That means she's a killer.
Charles: Why?
Oliver: Oh please, Charles. It's not like you're instincts on these things are famously good.

Oliver: Well, I'm so, so sorry for trying to breathe life into your dead career by putting you on Broadway.
Charles: My career was not dead. Did you know that Brazos wanted to do burrito sots? 32nd bonus episodes available exclusively on the Chipotle app. But I said no because I wanted to do this, which I realize now was a huge mistake.
Oliver: Oh, it was, huh? Well, maybe I should have hired someone who could actually sing.
Charles: Well, maybe you should have because I quit.

Mabel: Tobert is not my boyfriend.
Charles: Oh, so you do pronounce the final T. It's not like a French cheese tobert ... garcon ... s'il vous plait.

Charles: Spoiler alert!
Mabel: No, not the correct usage of that whatsoever.
Charles: Plot twist?
Mabel: Still not.

Oliver: Kimber's one of the few cast members who can actually sing.
Charles: I take offense to that.
Oliver: That was my intention.

Charles: Yeah, and ... and what about his hair? Who needs all that hair?
Kimber: And I think we're fine with hair.
Charles: You know what I was just thinking. What if we took all of the hankies that Ben gave us and threw them at all of his feet? That would make a statement. And then I would pick up the hankies later for the quilt.

Charles: I know you're nervous. I know your last Broadway show was a disaster. Everyone knows that. The world knows it.
Mabel: Fast forward, fast forward.
Charles: But you, sir, are a talented young man. You have a gift for leadership. And when you ask me to join this production.
Oliver: Hold, please. I asked you?