So where do you think our friends are?

[they pass under a painting that shows the Bergen family preparing to consume dishes from Trolls: jelly, cupcakes, and tacos]

If I had to guess, I'd say in a Bergen's stomach.

Could you try to be positive? Just once. You might like it.

[sarcastically]

Okay. I'm sure they're not only alive... But about to be delivered to us on a silver platter.

Thank you. That wasn't so hard, was it? [Branch is suprised]