Twisted Fate: *running around the room, searching the cupboards* MALCOLM?!
Graves: Yeah?
Twisted Fate: Where is my hat?
Graves: What?
Twisted Fate: Where. Is. My. Hat.
Graves: I put it away.
Twisted Fate: *searching the wardrobe* Where?
Graves: Why you need to know? You aren't even leaving the room.
Twisted Fate: I NEED IT.
Graves: Oh no. Don't you think about running off. We were planning this dinner for two months.
Twisted Fate: The world is in danger.
Graves: My evening is in danger.
Twisted Fate: You tell me where my hat is now. We are talking about the greater good.
Graves: Greater good? I'm your husband! I'm the greatest good you will ever get!















