Estella was cleaning up something

Estella: “Do you mind helping me clean this potter slime up?”

Gregory: “You said you could handle it yourself.”

Estella: “I said no such thing you erected-“

Gregory: “No no! No no! Don’t—“

BANG ON DOOR

Gregory: “Don’t go slamming doors. There are people sleeping in this house!”

Estella: “That wasn’t me! You decaying flesh in a man’s testicles!”

Gregory: “Sure, sure. The door just knocked on its self.”

Estella: “Why yes it did! Do you see my hands anywhere near the door?!”

Gregory: “Don’t give me this kind of attitude!”

Estella: “UGH! WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SO ON MY CASE?”

Gregory: “That’s because you’ve been on MY CASE all day!”

Estella: “MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED BEING SUCH A FLOUNDERING SENSE FULL OF IDIOTISY, I WOULDNT HAVE TO BE!”

Gregory: “NO, YOU JUST WANT THIS WHOLE PLAN TO CRUMBLE UNDER MY FEET, DONT YOU? YOU MURDER HAPPY.” gregory clenched his jaw. Gritting his teeth

Estella: “MURDER HAPPY?! OH— LOOK AT WHAT YOUVE BEEN DOING!”

Gregory: “DONT TWIST THIS ON ME.”

Estella: “I’m not twisting anything. Seems you’re just too sensitive to make it up on there anymore. No wonder you’ve died so easily.”

Gregory: “Don’t you fucking talk about-“

Jimmy bursts into the room

Jimmy: “H-Hehe! He-Heya!”

Gregory: “Estella, who is this?!

Estella: “Oh, I have no clue.”

Gregory: “Oh? So he just happens to have the same missing face as-“

Estella: “Pip decided he was a little hungry again!”

Jimmy: “Geez wuez. You guys sure are talkative! I was gonna make a kn-knock-knock joke. But either of you really cared.”