Sophie: So, what's for dinner?
Anthony and Benedict staring at the food they burnt: Regret
Anthony: Why would you and Kate let US cook?
Sophie: Entertainment
Benedict, trying to help Sophie in the kitchen: "Beat three eggs"?
Colin: At fencing, perhaps?
Sophie: Both of you, get out of this kitchen!
Sophie: Did you separate the egg yolks from the egg whites?
Benedict: Yep! Here are the whites, I put the other part in the sink.
Sophie: Those aren't the whites, those are the shells!
Anthony, who was "helping": And what color are they, Lady Know-It-All?
Anthony, to Kate: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Benedict, to Sophie: Is it destiny that we met?
Colin, to Penelope: EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE! I'LL PUT MY MOUTH ON YOURS IF YOU PUT YOUR MOUTH ON MINE-
*Anthony and Benedict sitting in jail together*
Anthony: So, who do we call?
Benedict: I'd call Sophie, but I feel safer in jail.
Benedict: You could call Kate?
Anthony:
Anthony:
Benedict: Yeah, you're right.
Anthony: Uh oh
Benedict: What?
Anthony: I see an angry wife heading our way.
Benedict: Yours or mine?
Anthony: Does it matter?
Benedict: If it's mine, there's a chance we'll live. But, if it's yours, we're dead.
Sophie, to herself: Did I leave the stove on?
Anthony, mouthing: She can use a stove?
Daphne: *shrugs*