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... /

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.