Speaking of weird...
I think my sense of smell has improved because of Wolfie.
And you smell exactly like...
No, I don't.
It's definitely Nate.
Nate and something else.
不 我没有 我不喜欢内特
No, I don't-I don't like Nate.
- That would be wrong and- - He likes you.
He confessed it when he swallowed the truth bug.
我们现在这样可通过不了贝克德尔测验We're so not passing the Bechdel Test right now.
It's okay to talk about guys sometimes.
I bet it's been months since you got laid.
Now, why don't you just go smash Nate?
Or better yet, you should go smash somebody else
because if you're still thinking about Nate
then you know you're really into him.
Why don't you talk to Nate? Tell him how you feel.
- Oh, boo. - That is a terrible idea.
好吧 我出发了 再见
Okay, I'm going. Bye.
英格兰 巴思 1802年
This is like a Jane Austen novel come to life.
Oh, my bonnet!
请原谅我 女士 你受伤了吗
Forgive me, miss. Are you hurt?
Only my pride.
Injured pride is a small thing...
if it allowed us to meet.
What's the holdup there?
- Come, come, I say. - Duty calls.
Apologies, Lord Remington.
We'll be on our way shortly.
Not a word.
Was that a curtsey?
"Only my pride."
好了 走吧 闭嘴
Okay, let's go. Shut up.
If you don't jump that buff coachman's bones, I will.
We are at this wedding to catch a magical creature.
If that's the groom, then I'm glad I'm not the bride.
A man's charms are equal to his fortunes.
And Mr. Dockerty's fortunes are prodigious.
Don't be rude.
That's Jane Austen.
I cannot marry you, Mr. Dockerty.
My heart yearns for another.
Our family's scullery maid.
Ellen, are you here?
I love you, too!
Oh, dear Lord.
I give not one fig, Miss Sinclair,
for my heart and my lower extremities yearn
for your mother.
Get over here, gorgeous.
Come to me, my love.
This is what I call a wedding.
Coast is clear.
I really don't want you to get in trouble with your friends.
Oh, it's no trouble.
It looks like everyone else is still on mission.
Uh, so, who did kill Hank?
-是魔鬼 -好 很好
- The demon. - Okay, good.
I--obviously, I mean-- obviously, it's bad.
If it's a demon, that means that
John will be able to find proof and
you just need to lay low until he comes back.
You really don't mind me staying here?
Yeah, no, it'd be nice if you stayed here.
Oy, Rayge. Where are you?
I've got an update on the mission...
- "Rayge"? - It's a long story.
- need to do some research... - What's--oh--oh--
What are you hiding in there?
Buffing the old bishop, was we?
It's all right, mate.
No judgment here, all right?
- Come on. - Oh, yeah.
So, the bride and the scullery maid,
- that was... - Insane?
- Romantic. - I was gonna say hot.
Regardless, that definitely did not happen in actual history.
雷 查莉 情况如何
Ray, Charlie, what you got?
This wedding was the second of a series
of lust outbreaks in 1802.
Yeah, the sexual revolution came
a couple hundred years too early.
Why would it make Jane Austen stop writing?
We need more info.
Well, Jane Austen was known for being a keen social observer,
so if anyone would have noticed
a new magical arrival in town, it would be her.
Okay, let's go interview Jane.
Oh, wait, hang on a tick.
People with the real dirt, always the servants.
Like a handsome coachman perhaps, hmm?
Fine, I'll go ask him some questions.
-仅此而已 -拿下他 姑娘
- But that's it. - You go get it, girl.
姐姐 亲爱的 这是兰斯小姐和吴小姐
Sister, dear, this is Miss Lance and Miss Wu.
They're new in town.
Try not to scare them away.
I shall do my best, Cassandra.
We are so sorry to interrupt your writing, Miss Austen.
This? Just a letter.
Uh, shall we take a turn around the room while we converse?
We'd be delighted to.
It's a Regency thing. Go with it.
So, the bride, Miss Sinclair,
her behavior must have been quite a shock.
Ever since Lord Remington arrived a week ago,
the entire town has been acting most imprudently.
But Miss Sinclair's situation is truly horrendous.
Oh, I'd think you of all people
would celebrate the triumph of romance.
What's to celebrate?
Miss Sinclair will be cut off from her fortune
and the two women will have nothing to live on.
But it's because of you-- I-- I mean--
I have come to believe
that love will find a way to overcome any obstacle.
Then you're either lying or you're a fool.