[Gru approaches his door, holding a mace in one of his hands. He peeks through the key hole, seeing three little girls]

Hello! Cookies for sale!

All right then.

Go away, I'm not home.

Uh, yes you are. I heard you.

[Edith jumps in front of the peephole and sticks her tongue out at Gru.] [gasps, dropping his club]

No, you didn't. This... [monotone] is a recording.

[scoffs]

No, it isn't.

Yes, it is. Watch this. [monotone] Leave a message. Beep. [Edith kicks the door] Ow!

[Margo leads Edith off the porch.] [still standing in front of Gru's door]

Goodbye, recorded message.

[off-screen]

Agnes, come on!