[Anne, Gilbert, John Meredith, Rosemary, Norman Douglas, Ellen and Susan Baker are sat in the Ingleside living room, listening to the declaration of World War II on the radio]

Gilbert: How… how can this be? [he looks around at the group] How can we be going to war again?

Anne: [shrugs] Maybe it’s like butt stuff - easier the second time around.

(Lucifer)