not to be confused with mr lent

"The Oscars, eh?" Mr. Lint thought about this for a long while. "You nominated for something? What will we wear?"

"Monsieur Lint, listen to moi," Francois said with seriousness "We are going to make the greatest film the cinema has ever seen."

"Alright, weird Blueberry. You have my attention! What's the plot?"

Appley smiles in a way that could be warm or could be sinister "Of course! Like I said, it's all inside you. You just have to..." she pauses, before remembering Mariah's favorite song from her favorite Starkid musical "...let it out."

"And how, per se, would you suggest I go about doing that?"

"Perhaps," she smirks "I could be of assistance. But of course, it's a two way street. Tell me, Mr. Lint, what can you do for me?"

"What do you want weird apple?"

"The Oscars, eh?" Mr. Lint thought about this for a long while. "You nominated for something? What will we wear?"

Appley smiles in a way that could be warm or could be sinister "Of course! Like I said, it's all inside you. You just have to..." she pauses, before remembering Mariah's favorite song from her favorite Starkid musical "...let it out."

"And how, per se, would you suggest I go about doing that?"

"Well that's great!" Dad smiles obliviously. "You oughta come down to the alley sometime, bowling is where it's at these days."

“That’s the best news my non existent ears have ever heard! The league still going strong?”

"If you know, you know. It is not my place to tell you. Rather to let you understand based on vague context clues."

“I fear I broke my moustache.”

“A huge sale, eh? And you didn’t think to invite your ole pal Lint?” He sort of half joked. He took a hop back to really assess the situation. “It’s… certainly much. I dunno about TOO much.”