And we're readin' an unfinished novel
by somebody who may have killed--
鑹剧背涓?鍒浜?br />He said he went home.
浠栬杩囦粬鍥炲浜?br />Okay, well, tell me why Sara Harvey won't..
Everywhere I go, she's been shadowing me
like some dark cloud.
I'm afraid that she might know something.
I mean, was she sitting in that lobby that night?
濂归偅鏅氬潗鍦ㄥぇ鍘呴噷鍚?br />Wait. Can't Hanna's mom just kick her out of the hotel?
For what? You can't evict somebody
鍑粈涔?浣犱笉鑳藉洜涓轰汉瀹?br />for eating fried chicken with gloves.
鎴存墜濂楀悆鐐搁浮 灏辨妸浜哄璧惰蛋鍚?br />Okay, well, just stop thinking about her.
- Go get the dinner with your mom. - No.
I'll sit here.
- Hi. - Hi.
Uh, come in.
杩涙潵鍚?br />- What's this? - Uh, research.
My boss wants to buy a cat while she's in Asia.
鎴戣€佹澘鍦ㄤ簹娲叉兂涔板彧鐚?br />They have this weird breed with super short legs.
閭ｉ噷鏈夎繖绉嶈吙瓒呯煭鐨勭濂囧搧绉?br />They call them Munchkins.