Murder, She Wrote (season 3)

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Murder, She Wrote (1984–1996) is an American television show, airing on CBS, about mystery writer and amateur detective Jessica Fletcher.

Death Stalks the Big Top [3.1 & 3.2]

Constance Fletcher: [About Carol's wedding dress] I'll reserve my judgment until the final fitting on Thursday.

Alex Cord: But, Mrs. Fletcher, this is the final fitting.

Constance: Thursday, 10 o' clock.

Carol Bannister: Grandmother?

Constance: Carol, this gentleman was your choice. Now let me salvage what I can.

Jessica: My goodness, you look wonderful!

Howard Bannister: [Laughs] I look dreadful but, uh, thanks for the insincerity.

Maylene Sutter: Nobody can fault your taste, tomcat. I can't say the same for the way you sniff around back alleys.

Hank Sutter: Get off my back, Maylene.

Maylene: Let me know if you're coming home tonight. I'd hate to shoot you coming through the door.

Daniella Morgana Carmody: Listen to me, Sutter! You caught me when I was hurting. Okay, I'm not proud of myself, but it's over.

Hank: Mrs. Carmody, there's over and then there's over.

Mayor Powers: Should've known better than to let myself be talked into permittin' these lowlife grifters near my town.

Sheriff Lynn Childs: Well, now, folks have been gettin' a lot of pleasure out of the circus.

Mayor Powers: The Good Book's got its say on the subject of pleasure.

Mayor Powers: If you've got no connection with these fly-by-nights, just what were you doin' here?

Jessica: I thought someone I once knew was with the circus.

Mayor Powers: And?

Jessica: Well, everyone I talked to assured me that he wasn't.

Mayor Powers: And just maybe he was the dead foreman. Why were you lookin'for him?

Jessica: Well, I wasn't looking for him.

Mayor Powers: And how do I know that?

Jessica: Because I just told you.

Mayor Powers: And there'll be a lot more you'll be tellin' me before this investigation's over.

Mayor Powers: You stay out of police business!

Jessica: You could benefit from the same advice, Mr. Mayor.

Mayor Powers: Lady, you're on thin ice!

Jessica: If you think I'm gonna stand by while you railroad a perfectly innocent man for a crime that he did not commit, you are very sadly mistaken!

Katie McCallum: My husband was killed in a high-wire fall last year, and Charlie's just trying to be the man of the family.

Jessica: Oh, my. That is such a big job at his age.

Preston Bartholomew: [About Hank Sutter] A green kid with cotton for brains and a disposition like cactus juice. The years didn't improve either one.

Sheriff Childs: You heard Mayor Powers. The case is closed. He'd have my head if I kept snoopin' around.

Jessica: Fortunately, Sheriff, I am under no such threat of decapitation.

Jessica: I'm sorry, but you have about as much right to conduct a police investigation as Jack the Ripper.

Mayor Powers: Sheriff, you lock up this Yankee busybody right now.

Sheriff Childs: Mayor, I can't just-

Jessica: On what charge?

Mayor Powers: Obstruction of justice! Impeding a police investigation! Flagrant disrespect of the office of mayor!

Jessica: It's not the office that's earning my contempt.

Edgar Carmody: Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?

Raymond Carmody: Being sold off like a piece of equipment is what's wrong!

Unfinished Business [3.3]

Lt. Barney Kale: [after Jessica accuses him of committing the murders] Lowell Dixon was a sanctimonious do-gooder. He caught me doing a few favors for the wrong people. I'd been operating like that for years. Nothing serious, you know. Just a little you-do-for-me, I-do-for-you. It got results, but it violated his Puritan sensibilities. He was gonna bring me up on charges. I would have been dismissed. And ten years ago, Mrs. Fletcher, I was not ready to be dismissed. Dixon was a very religious man. Always talking about getting to heaven. And I ... I just simply helped him on his way.

One White Rose for Death [3.4]

Michael Hagarty: Who do you think it is, woman?

Jessica: Michael! Or is it Dennis?

Michael: Dennis this week. And I'll thank you to remember it. I'm not yet ready to be interred in the family plot.

Jessica: Then it's a good thing that you opened your mouth in that restaurant before I put my foot in it.

Michael: Yes, I could see you were about to make a terrible fool out of one of us. Oh, Jessica, you're as lovely as ever.

Jessica: And you're as devious as ever.

Michael: Tomorrow evening then, we'll rekindle the embers over dinner at a lovely restaurant I found in Alexandria. After which, I trust, we will both be on our worst behavior.

Andrew Wyckham: The girl was wonderful. Simply marvelous.

Jessica: Oh, Andrew, there's nothing simple about what she does with a violin.

Michael: That's why Jack Kendall and I liberated Franz and his sister just before the interval at the concert hall.

Jessica: Liberated? At gunpoint? With shots fired?

Michael: [Chuckles] Lucky for us that the "1812 Overture" was playing. Nobody heard them.

Michael: In our trade, Jessica, you don't wear a badge that says "Spy". Anonymity is what saves your skin, being able to pass yourself off as a tradesman or... whatever.

Franz Mueller: Greta, listen to me. They will give us both political asylum, I am sure-

Greta Mueller: No!

Franz: ...and soon we will be able to arrange for Mama and Papa.

Greta: Nein! Don't you understand? I don't want asylum! I am not political! I am a musician!

Jessica: Michael, you are going to help her, aren't you?

Michael: A sweet young thing like that, Jessica? We're already working on it.

Corned Beef and Carnage [3.5]

Jessica: Apparently half the advertising deals on Madison Avenue are cooked up at the tables over lunch.

Howard Griffin: Yeah, three martinis, a salad, and your name in Advertising Age for dessert.

Victoria Griffin: Mr. Kinkaid, you may own this agency, but you don't own me. You're the one who accepts all the fancy awards, but it's people like me and Aubrey and Phil Conklin, God rest his soul, who have always ground it out for you!

Aubrey Thornton: [after Jessia exposes him as the murderer] You think you've got it all planned, every little detail, and then you get suckered by one little mistake. He cheated me. He humiliated me. I sat in my office for months, trying to figure out how to get him. And it, it seemed like a perfect plan. He did not even look up. That arrogant, pompous phony. I wanted him to know that it was me. And, you know, killing him with the award, that wasn't improvisation. That was part of the plan. Nice touch, don't you think?

Dead Man's Gold [3.6]

Dr. Wylie Graham: And, please, call me Wylie. For the past 30 years, it's either been Doc or Commander, or a whole lot worse.

Dr. Hazlitt: Amos, that piece of paper you're puttin' under my windshield wiper better be an invitation to a clambake.

Sheriff Tupper: No, it's a parking ticket.

Dr. Hazlitt: And that is an M.D. license plate.

Sheriff Tupper: And that is a fire hydrant. The law is the law.

Dr. Hazlitt: Wait until your sciatica starts acting up again.

Ross Barber: Oh, Gregory, when will I ever learn? Never put your trust in a sure thing.

Larry Gaynes: I've seen your typewriter. It's prehistoric.

Jessica: We work at the same speed.

Larry: I can get you a state-of-the-art computer, complete with word processing at the factory price. And with a new piece of software called Novelrite.

Jessica: Novelrite?

Larry: Yeah. Five hundred and five best-selling plots, from Shakespeare to Sidney Sheldon. Takes the work out of being creative.

Jessica: I've got a perfectly good guest room that hasn't been slept in for months.

David Everett: Oh, no, I would not think of imposing.

Jessica: Don't be silly!

David: The neighbors are liable to start talking.

Jessica: Do you really think so? Good. They think I lead a very dull life, chained to my typewriter.

Sheriff Tupper: You see something?

Jessica: It's what I don't see.

David: I remember that expression. Jessie MacGill in her reverie.

Dr. Hazlitt: Jessica, don't confuse Amos by bringing logic to bear.

Dr. Hazlitt: Jess, I want you to get a real perspective on this thing. Now we are talking about a man who has spent his entire adult life traipsing all over the globe looking for the pot of gold. He was obsessed with it!

Jessica: Seth, you don't know the first thing about him.

Dr. Hazlitt: You are thinking with your funny bone and not with your head. This old friend of yours could turn out to be a cold-blooded killer.

Jessica: Seth, I have known David Everett for the past 35 years.

Dr. Hazlitt: Correction: You knew him 35 years ago.

David: You know, Jessica, I've often lain awake, thinking about, uh, the road not taken and the word not spoken. Things might have been different for us. But then, they didn't turn out that way, did they? But believe me, with Frank, you got by far the best of it.

David: Jessie MacGill, good-bye.

Deadline for Murder [3.7]

Nate Haskell: I have been offered a big overseas assignment in Hong Kong, Singapore and Bangkok. By Newsmonth, no less.

Jessica: Haskell, that's marvelous! When?

Haskell: Oh! Well, um, as soon as you hand me my trousers.

Magnum on Ice [3.8]

Capt. Frank Browning: Don't hold your breath waiting for the bail hearing. Sometimes the paperwork gets misplaced. Sometimes we even lose prisoners.

Jason Bryan: I don't know what you want, Mrs. Fletcher, but I can't help you.

Jessica: Oh, you already have, Mr. Bryan.

Jessica: Captain, I wouldn't dream of asking you to bend your personal policy for me but a friend of mine in Washington asked me to call the governor while I was here, just a friendly chat. And I intend to compliment the governor on the personal attention that you give to police department policy. The name is Browning, isn't it?

Jessica: Well, I'll have to have a chat with him.

Thomas Magnum:I'm not so sure that's a good idea. We don't know anything about this guy. He could be dangerous. You could get hurt.

Jessica: As a professional, if you were out, what would you do?

Magnum: I'd talk to Arthur Houston and get some answers.

Jessica: Well, Mr. Magnum, since you can't, I will.

Pamela Bates: I only wanted to return her cookbook. The one she bought and wrapped so prettily for her Aunt Grace? She wanted me to keep it for her, but l-

Jessica: Oh, what pretty paper. It's very light for a book. Maybe it was for dieters.

Amy Salyer: I'll thank you to return my property, please.

Pamela: Amy, dear. I think you owe us some kind of an explanation.

Amy: On the contrary, I think you owe me one. When I give you a package to keep for me, I don't expect you to open it.

Victor Salyer: Look, I know that I'm not the easiest person to live with, but you see, I love her very much. I just want her to know that I'll forgive her anything if only she'll come back to me.

Joan Fulton: Love, honor and forgive? They ought to change the vows!

Jessica: I'm not sure that the diamonds have got anything to do with it. Amy told me that the diamonds were left to her by her grandmother.

Magnum: And you believed her?

Jonathan Higgins: Magnum.

Magnum: Well, uh... Come to think of it, I-I can see how you might, uh... It's kind of like the plots of one of your novels, right? Uh, which one? Was it, uh- No, it's not that one. Yeah, I remember.

Higgins: Magnum, it's the only one I sent you. Do you mean you actually read it?

Magnum: Of course, I read it. At least most of it.

Jessica: You didn't finish it?

Magnum: Oh, no, I'm going to finish it. But, uh, I already kind of figured out that your killer's the psychiatrist.

Jessica: Actually, it was the lawyer.

Joan: You're going to tell me I have to stop flirting with every man on the island. Jessica, when it comes to grieving, I already gave.

'[When Magnum got into Jessica's hotel room by picking the lock]

Jessica: You could've knocked!

Magnum: Well, I did. I guess you didn't hear me with the water running.

Jessica: Oh, I see. So you just let yourself in? How do you propose to conduct your little conference? With me in the tub?

Magnum: I, uh, finished your book, Jessica. Now I would've thought Dashiell Hammett was more my style, but I really like the way your mind works.

Victor: [Holding a crowbar] This was very effective in opening the door. I'll bet it's just as good at opening a head.

Joan: Men always underestimate me. The secret of my success.

Joan: If I hadn't gotten Houston, he would have sent someone else. Call it self-preservation. It's one of those economic principles they don't teach you at business school.

Magnum: So, Jessica, what do you say we make a deal? If you don't take out a private investigator's license, I won't buy a typewriter.

Obituary for a Dead Anchor [3.9]

Kevin Keats: Don't you worry about your Cabot Cove gig. I have no intention of drowning in the backwaters of Maine.

Doug Helman: Check your contracts. You have a choice. Either take the assignment or go off salary.

Kevin Keats: On the other hand, I've always loved the smell of sea air. I hope the tide's in.

Nick Brody: [after Jessica exposes him as the murderer] I'm a newsman. I'm not a performer. I tried to tell Doug that. But whatever he started out believing, in the end, he bought the idea that the wrapping paper, the wrapping paper, was more important than the package.

Stage Struck [3.10]

Chief Merton P. Drock: What's my motivation in this scene?

Alexander Preston: You're a butler. Your motivation is to buttle.

Night of the Headless Horseman [3.11]

Jessica: My goodness, look at you. You've lost a lot of weight.

Dorian Beecher: Cafeteria food. Thousands for bridles and bits but not one penny for a decent steak.

Penn "Doc" Walker: [after Jessica exposes him as the murderer] I hadn't planned to kill him. I didn't think I had the guts. I'd just gotten back to my place when Nate showed up with that broken tooth. He was in a lot of pain, cussin' out Dorian. And just like you figured, Mrs. Fletcher, by then, I knew he was the one. But I just kept workin' on that tooth, tryin' to figure out somethin' to do. And then he saw Gretchen's picture, and he started talkin' about her. He was drunk out of his mind. Just the way he'd been that night when he drove her car into the river and then swam off to save his own skin without tryin' to help her. Oh, yes. He told me all about it. I got dizzy. My head was poundin'. Suddenly, I just took a pick and jabbed it into his neck. It didn't take long to die. His horse had been left out back, and I knew that I had to make it seem that he'd ridden out of town, that the killing took place out in the country. So I, uh, stripped off his outfit, and I put it on. Then I rode out of town makin' a big ruckus, so's folks would notice. Then, out on the road near the school, I nearly ran down Dorian. Poor guy. Scared the heart out of him. And then it came to me. Dorian threatenin' Nate, the Headless Horseman, it all seemed so perfect. Dorian was lyin' there out cold. So I, uh, let the horse go, and I rushed back to town. Nate's body was stuffed into the trunk of my car. I drove back out and redressed Nate in the outfit. I guess that explains how the boots got on the wrong feet. Then I took the saber, and ... You know the rest of it.

Jessica: I'm sorry, Doc.

Penn "Doc" Walker: Doesn't matter. Gretchen was the best thing that ever happened to me. Ever since she died, I've just been going through the motions.

The Corpse Flew First Class [3.12]

Blanton: We're delighted you're flying with us, Miss Greer. If I may be of any service...

Sonny Greer: Be sure the food's hot and the drinks are cold. We'll get along famously.

Otto Hardwick: Charles Lindbergh had less hassle soloing across the Atlantic than I've been subjected to.

Errol Pogson: Then next time, why don't you do what he did? Fly alone.

Sonny Greer: [after Jessica exposes her as the murderer] You're right, Mrs. Fletcher. So very right. Leon was my lover. Only I found out I didn't have him exclusively. He climbed into my bed to climb out of his chauffeur's seat and onto bigger and better things for himself. He had an eye on a vice presidency in one of my late father's firms, and he was bedding the wife of a board member to get it. Only yesterday I learned he was secretly planning to meet that woman in London and give me the gate. Well, nobody tosses me aside. He was a nobody.

Crossed Up [3.13]

Jessica: Do you ever get the feeling that you've overlooked something obvious? That you've done something wrong?

Dr. Seth Hazlitt: Yeah. Every time I vote for Amos.

Murder in a Minor Key [3.14]

Jessica: Oh, it feels so good to sit down. You know, I was on my feet half the day down at the power company. Running from one office to the other, trying to get my last bill sorted out. Did you ever try to argue with a computer? It is impossible. It's like trying to talk sense to Amos Tupper once he's made up his mind about something.

Chad: What am I supposed to do? Join the public defender's office? Terrific. Send me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, your guilty.

Mike: That is cynical!

Jenny: And sick!

Chad: But accurate.

Danny Young: Where's Chad?

Jenny: Home studying. He's having trouble with his torts.

Danny: You know, I hear they can cure that these days.

Chad: It's like my Uncle Jack always said: "Findin' a fox in the henhouse don't necessarily mean nothin', unless, of course, he's pickin' feathers out of his teeth".

Jenny: Mike didn't kill anyone.

Chad: And all we have to do is prove it.

Jenny: Is that the royal we, or am I included in this mess?

Chad: It was my bright theory the system always worked, remember?

Jenny: So who says you're always so bright?

Christine Stoneham: Are you married, Mr. Singer?

Chad: No, I'm not, but I hope to be as soon as I pass the bar.

Christine: It's not a step to be taken lightly. These days, people don't seem to care very much about commitment.

Chad: I brought in a pizza.

Jenny: You eat. I popped a button on my jeans this morning. I'm fasting till Yom Kippur.

Max Hellinger: You think I killed him? What for? I needed his music.

Chad: Maybe he was holdin' out on you. Maybe he was hittin' you up for more money.

Max: Maybe. Maybe you need something stronger to drink than that beer you're nursing.

Chad: Everyone but the pope is at the college that night, and Michael's the one they find standin' over the body. Forgive me, I'm-I'm O.D.-ing on frustration here.

The Bottom Line is Murder [3.15]

Dr. Jayne Honig: I can sum up the problem in two words: Kenneth Chambers. Steve produces his program.

Jessica: Chambers? Oh, yes, I remember, you wrote me about him. A compulsive egomaniac suffering from delusions of grandeur?

Jayne: That was last month. These days he's even worse.

Lynette Bryant: Kenneth, there isn't a South American coup that can match the one I just pulled off. The Hammet Cheese tapes. They're all we need to throw Hammet into the fondue as it were.

Jessica: As I remember, you were the life of the party, Mr. Warren.

Robert Warren: Oh, well, forgive me, Mrs. Fletcher. What wasn't a blur is a complete blank.

Jessica: That's very convenient.

Robert: [Laughs] But when one's best friend steals the love of his life from under his nose, it's either "Laugh, Clown, Laugh" or slit your wrists and I didn't have the blood to spare.

Robert: Jayne and I had years of pillow talk. Of course, I was the only one with my head on the pillow. She was taking notes.

Jessica: I'm a very good listener with a very short memory.

Jessica: I am a writer. Crime is my beat. Murder my specialty.

Lt. Lou Flannigan: Ma'am, you're just an observer here.

Jessica: Yes, and what I've observed is a complete lack of common sense!

Jessica: Ms. Bryant, forgive me, but it all looks very much as if The Bottom Line isn't quite as dead as Kenneth Chambers.

Jessica: I understand that you threatened him.

Joe Rinaldi: Threaten? I don't threaten. I negotiate.

Jessica: Why was he sitting with his back to the door?

Lt. Flannigan: [Laughing] To the untrained eye, it must seem strange, but if you'll notice, there's a TV and a VCR behind the desk on that shelf there. He was watching TV.

Jessica: Uh, Lieutenant, with due respect for your trained eye, that is impossible. I was in Mr. Chambers's office and, uh, his television was broken.

Lt. Flannigan: Broken?

Jessica: Broken. Which makes me wonder what he was doing sitting in that odd position.

Lt. Flannigan: Well, obviously...

Jessica: Yes?

Lt. Flannigan: Obviously, uh, this is gonna take some thought.

Death Takes a Dive [3.16]

Harry: A few months ago, I take a job from this guy, Benny Falcone, to chase down his daughter, who's run off with some saxophone player. He gives me 5,000, and off I go. Only a week later, the daughter and the sax player show up on his doorstep and move in with him. Now, not only is Falcone steamed at his kid, but he's not too thrilled with me. And he wants his five thou back, which I can't give him, because I no longer have it.

Jessica: But he can't do that!

Harry: So I explained. Except he suddenly developed a loss of hearing and threatened osteopathic damage to my legs unless I cough up.

Pam Collins: You ever heard of freedom of the press, fella?

Cosmo Ponzini: Oh, yeah. And I also heard of private property, which this is!

Cosmo: You try to take down the fight business, and a roof might just fall in on your head, you understand?

Reporter Dave Robinson: Was that a threat?

Cosmo: Well, if it isn't, I must've said it wrong!

Wade Talmadge: You an expert on the manly art of pugilism, darling?

Lois Ames: No, darling, just the manly art.

Wade: Good evening, McGraw. Mind if I come in?

Harry: Hey, listen, if the cockroaches don't care, why should I?

Lt. Casey: Wade Talmadge had more enemies than there are beans in Boston.

Lois: Got a light?

Harry: Sorry, doll face, I'm fresh out.

Lois: Funny. You strike me as the type that plays with matches.

Harry: Not me. I don't like gettin' burned.

Lois: You only get burned when you're careless. Me, I'm very careful.

Harry: Honey, whatever it is you're sellin', you better peddle it someplace else. Right now, I'm interested in only one thing: Self-preservation.

Harry: You know, when you're rollin' sevens, you don't ask to see the dice.

Dave: That's the first thing they taught me at the Scranton School of Journalism: Murder makes a great headline!

Jessica: [Chuckles] If you're worried about me, Doc, I can go on like this forever.

Doc: Yeah, if forever comes tomorrow morning.

Jessica: You know, when they found the body, he was wearing a pair of slacks and a plain white shirt.

Pam: No. No, that doesn't sound like Talmadge. Dave and I bird-dogged him for months. He wouldn't be caught dead lookin' like that.

Jessica: Yeah, but that's just the point. He was caught dead looking like that.

Dennis McConnell: Still tryin' to make sense of the ponies, Doc?

Doc: Everybody needs a hobby.

Dennis: Expensive.

Doc: So's women and booze. I tried 'em both. Horses don't talk back, and they don't give you a hangover.

Harry: I made a deal with the TV people.

Jessica: But the fight has been canceled!

Harry: I know. But I sold them something even better. The inside story of a tough, resourceful private eye, who single-handedly broke open one of the largest murder cases of the decade.

Jessica: Single-handedly?

Harry: So I exaggerated a little. What's a little white lie between friends?

Simon Says, Color Me Dead [3.17]

Sheriff Amos Tupper: I know that Simon Thane is somethin' of an institution around here. But just because there's a little snow on the roof, don't mean that there's no fire in the hearth, if you get my drift.

Jessica: I get your drift, Amos. I just think your anchor is slipping.

No Laughing Murder [3.18]

[About attending his son's wedding to his old enemy's daughter]

Mack Howard: Honey, I'm not gonna be able to go to that thing tonight. Sorry but I got a very important writers' meeting after the taping.

Trudy Howard: The car's downstairs, darling. I found your favorite old tweed jacket. It's going to be perfect for you up in the mountains.

Mack: Honey, I don't think you quite understand. This is a very important week. The ratings are coming out and- I know that you can explain to Kip and Corrie. They'll understand.

Trudy: Oh, of course I will, darling. And by the way, I do happen to have a locksmith standing by. Because if you don't come, don't bother coming back to the apartment.

Norma Lewis: [About Murray] Phil, don't you know aggravation is his life?

Murray Gruen: [About Norma] That's right. That's why I keep her around.

Norma: The way I figure it, either you pay the painter or the plumber or the electrician. What it totals out to is if you want this place to look good, use the toilet or see what you're doing.

Jessica: I'm afraid it's a somewhat less festive group than we'd hoped for.

Phil Rinker: There's always the chance that it'll look better through a brandy glass.

Chief Ledbetter: Acting Chief Wylie B. Ledbetter, ma'am.

Jessica: And what do your friends call you?

Chief Ledbetter: Acting Chief Wylie B. Ledbetter, ma'am.

Jessica: [Reading a lab report] "Exhibit B: the knife Murray was stabbed with. Traces of dried white household enamel embedded in wooden handle grip."

Chief Ledbetter: I figured somebody used it to scrape paint.

Jessica: With a handle?

Trudy: I just hope that Corrie and Kip and I will never let their fathers get within 50 miles of each other ever again.

Jessica: If only because of their diets. They're both eating as if it's going out of style.

Norma: Don't knock it, Jessica. With their mouths full, they can't talk to each other.

Trudy: So, what we're left with is that one of us is a killer. [Sigh] And lucky us. We all get to spend another night together.

No Accounting for Murder [3.19]

Ralph Whitman: We're very pleased with your progress, both Mr. Carlisle and myself. We feel you've, uh... you've earned this added responsibility.

Grady: Thank you, sir.

Ralph: Forget the sir. It's Ralph.

Grady: Ralph, right. Thank you, Sir Ralph. I mean, just Ralph...sir. Thank you.

Mrs. Ellis: I hear your aunt is coming for a visit. That's nice. You show her a good time. You know, aunts are very neglected these days.

Grady: Not this one.

Mrs. Ellis: Are you sure? Tax troubles I don't need.

Grady: Believe me, government agents won't be banging down your door with a warrant.

Mrs. Ellis: Ha-ha, that's what Nixon thought.

Paul Carlisle: Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, how delightful to meet you at last!

Jessica: Why, thank you.

Paul: I can see where Grady gets his sharp mind from. I've been a fan of your books for 20 years.

Jessica: Oh...? Yes... Well, thank you very much.

Paul: I always say there's nothing like a good, old-fashioned love story to help you forget your cares.

Grady:Well, actually, sir, she, uh-

Jessica: Oh, I quite agree with you, Mr. Carlisle. I mean, where would we be without Barbara Cartland?

Lester Grinshaw: I've been trying to interface with you now for several days.

Ralph: Look, it's nearly 6:30. Can't this wait?

Lester: The Internal Revenue Service does not wait, Whitman. We act quickly and decisively... with compassion and understanding, of course.

Ralph: Of course. You know the way, Mr. Grimshaw.

Lester: Excuse me.

Ralph: [To Jessica and Grady, with a sigh] Well, have a nice dinner. I have a feeling mine's going to be a bowl of cereal at midnight.

Jessica: Grady, the only things that go bump in the night in this city are the taxicabs, believe me.

Jessica: (Grady) told me that he had reported the crime.

Lt. Timothy Hanratty: That he did.

Jessica: So obviously he didn't kill Mr. Whitman.

Lt. Hanratty: Well, it's unlikely.

Jessica: Unlikely?!!

Lt. Hanratty: Now, now, Mrs. Fletcher. Let's not be giving ourselves a bellyache until after we've tasted the stew.

Lester: Bottom line, Fletcher. You've got 48 hours to come up with the figures.

Grady: Figures? What figures?

Lester: [Laughs] Don't play dumb with me, pal. It's been tried by experts, believe me, some of whom are doing three-to-five in Leavenworth.

Grady: I don't know what you're talking about.

Lester: Neptune Ventures. Whitman said you're the engine driving that crummy tax dodge.

Grady: Me?!

Lester: Save the dumb look. All I want is one thing. Facts, figures, names, dates, places, the whole megillah.

Lt. Hanratty: I took the liberty of pullin' a small file we have on your activities, mum. The young lady murdered by that cosmetic executive, your very own publisher sent away because of your ingenuity. I'm surprised the department hasn't given you a gold badge.

Jessica: Well, it's, uh, just a quirk of mind, really. The way I see things, you know.

Connie: Sorry, Mrs. Ellis. Mr. Fletcher's going to be a little late.

Mrs. Ellis: So I'll wait. I've had plenty of practice.

Lt. Hanratty: Look, son, between you and me and these walls, I also am having a bit of trouble believing you're involved. But the commissioner-

Jessica: Oh, Timothy, hang the commissioner. Since when is an Irishman intimidated by a bureaucrat?

Marty: Lady, I got no time!

Jessica': Make time, Mr. Giles, or would you rather do it?

The Cemetery Vote [3.20]

Sheriff Orville Yates: Folks around here know better than to make threats against the sheriff.

Jessica: Where I come from, folks don't have to make threats. The sheriff upholds the law.

David Carroll: After I got off the phone with you, I wasn't sure I had the time correctly. I mean, nobody meets at city hall at this hour.

Jessica: Forgive me. I'm a writer. We work at all hours.

The Days Dwindle Down [3.21]

Jessica: Thank you for taking time to see me on such short notice, Ms. Davis.

Dorothy Hearn Davis: I have a confession to make. Actually, I prefer Missus.

Jessica: So do I.

Sydney Jarvis: [after confirming the true circumstances of the Jarvis murder] You understand, don't you, Sam?

Georgia Wilson: How can he? You've wasted thirty years of his life. Thirty years of an innocent man's life and the lives of his family. You knew what you were doing, and you sent him to prison just as if you were the judge and the jury. How could you expect him to forgive you?

Murder, She Spoke [3.22]

Jessica: Oh, I think that mystery stories should be read in the dark of the night, don't you?

Greg Dalton: You know, it's interesting. It's always the dark of the night to me.

Sally Ann Carmichael: I gotta learn about this business if I'm gonna be a singer.

Stoney Carmichael: Okay, first rule is, take care of your band. Go get these boys some sodas.

Lt. Faraday: I think writing is a real good hobby for a woman. You can cook up some supper. You can chat on the phone. Then pop over to the old typewriter now and then for a few minutes.

Jessica: Yes, when I'm not too busy beating the laundry against the rocks in the river?

Nancy Dalton: Why do you have to be so damn happy? So nice to Randy in front of me? Didn't you ever just wanna bash his face in?

Greg: Stop it! Just stop it! How do you know what I feel? You know what it's like to wake up every morning and open these eyes? Of course, I hate it! And I hate him! But hating isn't gonna get me anywhere.

Margaret Witworth: There's nothing clandestine about coming to see your husband at the office, is there?

Jessica: Oh, of course not. I just can't help but wonder why you felt it was so important to make me believe that you didn't.