| Detective: | Mrs. Petrillo, were you acquainted with the late Maria Hargrove? |
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| Sophia Petrillo: | She died? Good riddance! God rest her soul... |
| Detective: | We have a deathbed confession from her stating that the two of you started the Shady Pines fire. |
| Dorothy: | What? That's ridiculous! (to Sophia) What did you do?!? |
| Detective: | She claimed that on the night of the fire the two of you were in your room cooking s'mores. |
| Sophia: | Nonsense, I don't even know what s'mores are. |
| Rose: | You remember, Sophia! They're those little toasted graham cracker and chocolate sandwiches. |
| Sophia: | With marshmallow, don't forget the marshmallow! Whoops... |
