"And that quarter is saying, 'Hand me over, bro!"
"Guys, let's just split it 40-40."
"No! None of you are getting it! I found it in the couch fair and square."
"Wait a second! If there was one quarter down there, then maybe there's more."
"What are they fighting for? A nickel under the ottoman?"
"ALL RIGHT, EVERYBODY GET UPSTAIRS AND CLEAN THE ATTIC! That's punishment for fighting over money."
"That punishment makes no cents.
"Upstairs. But that was a good one."
"Lisa, what are you doing?"
"Laundry doesn't scream and go thud."
"There's nothing up there."
"Can someone answer the ringing in my head?"
"Hey! What are you two doing?"
"You're all looking for the money, aren't you?"
"Obviously, you haven't learned your lesson."
"The answer must be in here. I know it."
"Lincoln found another letter!"
"You guys, maybe we should listen to her and stop fighting."
"Yeah...Lincoln's right...as soon as we're done cleaning here, we should totally work together to find the money."
"Forget Sharon DeMonet! It's every man for himself!"
"Hey! Spit it out, Charles."
"Mrs. Sharon DeMonet! Tell me where your fortune is."
"Stay out! This is our turf!"
"OH NO, YOU DON'T! SEARCH YOUR OWN ROOM!"
"Aw...we're sorry, Lily."
"Congratulations! You're almost there!"
"What? There's more to my head than just air, you know."
"Well, now she can...Sharon DeCleanUp!"
