The Best Only Murders in the Building, Season 2, Episode 2 Quotes

Oliver: Speaking of daddy Savage in painting, Pappa had a sizable set of luggage.

- in as many countries.
- Each of Archibald's buildings have little secrets known only to the architect himself.
- Just as Archibald held secrets known only to the architect himself.

- with no idea what happened to the victim's valuable art, we went back to motive.
- But, motive to do what?
- To kill Bunny Folger?
- Or to implicate one or all of us in a murder?

- What's Mrs. Gambolini doing here?
- Isn't this fun?
- MRS. GAMBOLINI: Eat shit.
- Maybe I can donate her to, like, an orphanage.
- I'm not so sure she should be around children.
- MRS. GAMBOLINI: Hey. Hey.

- Why don't you ask these three?
- They're the ones that probably did it.
- We were framed.
- We're persons of interest.
- It's very different.
- Hm.
- Come closer.
- C'mere, c'mere, c'mere, come on, come on!
- Come on.

- Got the good one back.
- Let me help you transfer that stuff.
- No, no, we got it, Lester!
- No, thank you.
- L-let me at least push it. It's my job.
- Back off, old man!
- Can I at least ride down with you?
- You have no place in here!

Mabel: Yeah. Still, that was way too close.
Charles: But we got a huge clue.
- We find the painting, we find the killer.
Oliver: Bunny's painting?
- Charles, is that you?
- It's my father.

- Where we can be with the painting.
- And then back up to Bunny's and out.
- Yes! Oh, that's a plan.
- I think this is really good!
- We are getting the hang of this.
- Absolutely.
- You can tell it's our second season.
- Ah...

- Bunny figures out a way to give you the bird.
- Oh, that's a good line.
- I wish I was recording.
- I was!
- Oh, God. Please don't tell me
- I'm turning into you.
- MRS. GAMBOLINI: Give me kissy.

- Come on, that's my son!
- Dad!
- Wait!
- Wait, Dad...
- Dad!
- Dad. Dad. No.
- No, Dad...

- Yeah, we'll see.
- Just remember not to tell your mother about what we did today.
- Why doesn't Mom want you to be an actor?
- Because she's a dream killer, son.
- Charles, look at that building.
- I hit it big, we're gonna live there.

Leonora: Now, that's the question. The mystery of her death caused the value of her work to go through the roof. Now, then, of course, that's the lot of a woman. In order to be recognized, you have to disappear.

- Think of all the ways you've been misunderstood, over and over and over for years.
- Even today.
- May I?
- I'll give you some space.

- Hm, stupid question.
- Of course, you do.
- Anyway, then this happened.
Mabel: Wow. It's beautiful.
- I'm glad you like it.
- Because it's you.
- And I want you to destroy it.

- and not as a joke.
- I see Jan as a doomed romantic, fixated on finding the kind of passion that will ultimately destroy her.
- I think she was just a bad cook who could play the bassoon.
- I've been practicing.

- Drinking, uh, jail.
- And he died while I was young.
- I'm so sorry. I'm...
- I'm sorry.
- Mrs. Folger, what about your painting?
- I have a feeling that you'll be looking for me.

- then we'll go to Nathan's and get a hot dog. Okay?
- Okay.
- Joe will look after you.
- Thanks, Joe.
- Dad! Your play!
- Oh! Right.
- Thanks.

- Okay, Charles, we will text you when we're downstairs with the painting, so we can sneak it up.
- And please, I beg of you, just be cool.
- Hey...
- Who's cooler than me?
- Everyone.
- Mm-hmm.