“It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.”
“I don’t have any skeletons in my closet that can’t be allowed out.”
“I prefer all of my skeletons out of the closet, to make more room for my shoes.”
“He’s pale, bald, and bony. He looks like a skeleton. And that, my friend, is precisely why I keep him in my closet.”
“Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?”
“There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless.”