Martha: Thomas, I don't like the butler you just hired.
Thomas: Why, my Darling? Is it because I'm flirting with him?
Martha: No, no, no. I don't mind that. I would flirt with him, too, if it wasn't for the....issue.
Thomas: Issue...? Is it - is it because he's British?
Martha: What? Heavens, no! In fact, him being British makes Alfred more attractive. No, the issue is the ghost he's being haunted by.
Thomas: Oh, you can't possibly be talking about what his last employer said. Honestly, I'm pretty sure he made that up to try and ruin all of Alfred's chances of finding a job after he quit.
Martha: Sweetie, darling, the Honey of my bumblebee, look at the window in Alfred's sleeping quarters.
Danny:
Thomas: OH SHIT. THAT'S A GHOST!
Martha: Yes.
Thomas: Do you think he's Alfred's boyfriend?
Martha: ....why?
Thomas: He's hot.
Martha considering Danny: Oh my, you're right. He is hot. Maybe I was being too quick to judge. I'm sure our haunted hot butler and his equally hot angry ghost will do well here.
Thomas: *blowing a kiss towards Danny*
Danny:

































