Some very gothy character of someone else's. He's got an organ in his house. At least a piano. A baby grand. A harpsichord. A virginal! ...A bed set up like a confessional.
The "art" department looks like a Jackson Pollack painting.
Villains cannot have the time and attention or energy to treat every single random elf as if they are a credible threat. Therefore, they may wind up cutting corners and get themselves killed.
"I love you like the hard stuff we put in the ground." (Concretia.) (Apropos of Portia/Porsche, and Mercedes.)
Party called on account of a/c.