Eureka: What's the matter? Maeter, what's wrong?
Maeter: Well, you know, somewhere... somewhere way, way back, I was covered in something that was warm and smelled nice.
Maurice: Stop it, Maeter.
Maeter: But then, it... it suddenly went really cold.
Maurice: I told you, stop it!
Eureka: I'm so sorry. I was the one responsible for your mama's...
Maurice: Mama, you're our Mama now.
Linck: That's right, you're our Mama.
(everyone starts crying)