Sam: Over three and a half centuries ago, linked by faith and bound by a common desire for liberty, a small band of pilgrims sought out a place in the New World where they could worship according to their own beliefs… and solve crimes.Toby: Sam…Sam: It’d be good. By day, they churn butter and worship according to their own beliefs, and by night they solve crimes.Toby: Read the thing.Sam: Pilgrim detectives.Toby: Do you see me laughing?Sam: I think you’re laughing on the inside.Toby: Okay.Sam: With the big hats.Toby: Give me the speech. - 2.08: “Shibboleth”
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