yugmat:

Happydeathday birthday to you

Alfred: Whatever are you giving me?

Leslie: You’re such a child. You always ask.

Alfred: “To Alfred.” Heavy. It’s my tombstone! Doctor Thompkins, you spoil me.

Leslie: I never could deny you anything.

Thomas: (whispers) I don’t know if they’re flirting or they hate each other.

Martha:Both.

Thomas: Yeah, that makes sense.