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turnip: Wow, the Bean house hasn't changed much, has it?
barlow: Actually, it's changed a lot, or at least my feelings towards it have.
barlow: I used to dread this place... I mean really DREAD it.
barlow: Now, I feel nothing at all. Total emptiness.
turnip: Barlow! You grew up in this house. Surely you must feel something?!
barlow: Let me try to remember something good about this house...
barlow: No...
barlow: Nope. Oh, that's right... there AREN'T any good memories.
barlow: This house has no control over me any longer!
barlow: That's right, house... I don't intend to follow the lead of those that lived within your walls! I'm going to leave this town someday, and I won't be one of your precious demon-hunters!
barlow: It's because I feel nothing for this place that makes it easy for me to enter.
barlow: Let's see what we can find about this curse.
barlow: Hmmm...
turnip: Find anything yet?
barlow: What? No... I was just looking at this portrait. It always creeped me out when I was a kid.
turnip: And now you feel nothing?
barlow: No, it still creeps me out.
turnip: Well, you can take it down now.
barlow: What? I can't do that!
turnip: Barlow, you OWN this house, now. You're the last of the Bean family!
barlow: No! I don't want any of this! This house represents everything I DON'T want to be!
barlow: The man in this painting was the first demon-hunter in Spider Cliff.
barlow: If I move anything in here... if I acknowledge for one instance that all of this is me, I... I don't know if I can ever get out of this town! I'll never become my own person!
barlow: I'm a Bean in name only. I was adopted, you remember. Supposedly, I'm named after the son of the man in this painting.
barlow: That's Dr. William Bean. He founded Spider Cliff, and built all of the original buildings, including this one.
barlow: It's his character that marks the town, but I'm not really a descendent. Aunt Vedalia was the last of the Beans.
turnip: I think you're just making excuses.
barlow: What do you mean?
turnip: You can't deny that you aren't shaped by the Bean family. You even resemble the man in this painting.
barlow: I am a rational person. Therefore, not a Bean.
barlow: Look at this... who would display a photograph of a tombstone? It's morbid, at best.
turnip: Is that really a tombstone?
barlow: Yes! You can clearly read the inscription...
barlow: It says... "Harrington Bean, First Sheriff of Spider Cliff. Born 1879, Died 1910. Father of Vedalia."
barlow: So, to sum up... having photographs of tombstones on display equals crazy. Beans keep photographs of tombstones on display. Therefore, Beans equal crazy.
turnip: Barlow, YOU keep a photograph of a tombstone on your wall.
barlow: That... that's different. That's the tomb of Yeats. He's an important poet!
turnip: That doesn't make you any less of a Bean!
barlow: I never asked for any of this!
barlow: I don't think it's right that I have to be responsible for protecting this dying town! I should be somewhere else!
turnip: So you do acknowledge that you have a place in Spider Cliff?
barlow: Well... for the time being...
barlow: Come on, we have to get moving.
barlow: Why did all of this get put on me?
turnip: What?
barlow: Having to stay here in this dying town. Having to kill zombies and basically do all the other things my ancestors intended for me to do. And now, there's this curse!
turnip: Vedalia had the curse. That means there's still hope.
barlow: Don't you see? It completes the whole picture... it makes me just like her!
barlow: We need to find what she knew about it.
turnip: What is this place?
barlow: This is the one door I've never been through. It leads to the private study, and it's off-limits to everyone except the head of the Bean family.
turnip: Well, that's you now.
barlow: Would you stop saying that?!
turnip: Sorry. How do we get in there? There's no doorknob.
barlow: Aunt Vedalia always told me that only the truth about this house would let me in here. She said I'd understand when I'm ready.
turnip: What truth about this house? That it's rotting away and the roof leaks?
barlow: I really don't know.
turnip: Well, you should know. You know this place better than anyone alive! You of all people should know!
barlow: Let's just break down the door!
turnip: Go right ahead.
barlow: I need your help, too.
turnip: Barlow, I'm lighter than air. I can't break a toothpick.
barlow: Well, I'm not exactly a physical specimen, myself.
turnip: Yeah, in many ways, you're just as rundown as this house.
barlow: I'm not here to think about the past! I'm here to find a cure to this stupid curse... *hic*
turnip: Barlow... you have hiccups...
barlow: Yes, I know... it's one of the *hic*... one of the symptoms of the curse. It means there's not much time left. I already feel like I'm starting to rot away from the inside.
barlow: This house holds nothing special for me! It's just a rotting shell of a house.
barlow: This place used to scare me. I used to think it was alive in some way...
barlow: Now... now, it's nothing. A monument to the ghosts who built this place.
barlow: I'm rotting away just like this house.
turnip: That's a pretty good metaphor...
barlow: No, it's more than that. I see it now... there's definitely a connection...
barlow: I'm the last of the Bean family. I'm the last of the demon-hunters... The house and I are one.
turnip: Oh, creepy.