Detective Steudler: You’re holding out on us. Fantastic. Now Emma’s awake.
Barry: You know what? Let me take care of this.
Michael: Please.
Barry: / Too ra loo ra loo ra... /
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Narrator: But Maeby’s instincts to lie returned.
Detective Steudler: Hey, you can’t go in there.
Maeby: No, it’s okay. I’m Detective Fellows’ daughter.
Detective Steudler: Oh, oh, sorry. It’s four, three, five. That opens any door in the building.
Maeby: Great. Thanks.
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