Sara (looking at the chore calendar): I was really into gold stars when I was a kid.
Greg: As opposed to now? (Greg is looking through the McBride's mail) Whoa! The McBride's must have a broken meter. Even if they left every light on day and night, it wouldn't add up to 2,000 dollars. (Sara clears her throat and rubs her nose) Maybe Brass can check it out.
Sara: I think this print dust is getting to me. Would you mind finishing up the fridge?
Greg: Do I get a gold star?
Sara (dryly): Ha-ha-ha. (Sara walks out of the room. She looks around and sees something's wrong with the lock on the basement door, she opens it and goes down the steps) Greg? I found something.
Greg (joining her): Is it the bodies?
Greg: Whoa, Sweet Mary Jane. The emerald city.
Sara: Explains the 2,000 dollar electric bill. And all the foot prints through out the house.
Greg: It's the ganja graveyard.
Sara: No... it's motive.