Tesia Papadapacropolis: Oh my, well this can't be right.
Albert: I hope it's not.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: Well it's not. I mean, we've been staring at documents for too long. We have that white line fever.
Albert: I don't think so, Tesia. Truck drivers get that stuff.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: Well, do you realise what this means?
Albert: Apparently your grandfather's been burying more dead bodies than he's been taking in.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: There's permits here for three hundred and fifty, and he's deep-sixed over a thousand? Albert, where do you suppose he came up with all the extra bodies?
Albert: Swap meet? Sorry. Look, it's probably just some misunderstanding, that's all. It's a paper shuffle problem.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: Paper shuffle problem? Albert, how do you just misplace six hundred and fifty corpses?
Albert: Well, just ask anyone who works at a baggage department of a major airline.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: It's not the same thing.
Albert: Look, it's exactly the same thing.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: This is like the baggage arrives okay, and the passengers are missing. What this says to anyone, and that includes the Meanies, is that at worst my granddad is a murderer, and at best, he's so senile he's burying people without their consent.
Albert: Well, you are overlooking one distinct possibility.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: What?
Albert: He's laundering mob hit victims.
Tesia Papadapacropolis: Great.
