- Will: [after Will bursts in at the front door, dressed as a cop in a scary gorilla mask] Are you OK, Marcus?
- Marcus: Here we go again.
- Fiona: Past Hallowe'en emotional scarring. He doesn't like to talk about it.
- Marcus: Ah, no, it's OK Mom. I'm gonna tell Will. It's 2009. I'm seven. It's just another average, run-of-the-mill trick-or-treating with my mother.
- Will: [with heartfelt compassion] Awhhh, I'm so sorry, man.
- Fiona: [a bit annoyed] That's not the traumatic part.
- Will: We're gonna be loaded to the gills with trick-or-treaters, and we need to be ready.
- Fiona: Yeah, no, we don't give out treats.
- Will: [a half-whisper, in disbelief] What?
- Fiona: Hallowe'en is a made-up American holiday, invented to encourage obesity and diabetes.
- Marcus: [smiling proudly] Mom hasn't had sugar in twelve years.
- Will: That's not all your mother hasn't had in twelve years.
- Fiona: Heaaaay! Unhear that.