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-I'd pay to watch it. -You would.

...this is probably not any of my business.

I tell you, the day doesn't go by when I don't think of her.

Agnes, man-to-man, has this woman got a case of the cases or what?

Well, I'm here now.

-Oh, never mind. -What's that?

I've told myself that a million times. I just wish I could believe it.

When was the last time you saw them together?

...in the same room, for the first time.

Well, not you exactly.

I'm worried about her.

Mr. Addison in yet?

Looks aren't everything, size doesn't matter--

No, no. You have nothing to fear from me. I've already called the police.

Well, there's a good chance.

And both of you have got more holes in you than one of Burt's socks.

How do you tell someone their wife's dead because of you?

Maddie, you've had the same pantyhose on for two days.

-Avoiding work. -I always do that. That's not denial.

We're detectives and we're here about Dennis Jones.

And I couldn't understand why he'd want to keep that from me.

Everybody knew Dennis.

-Is something bothering you? -No, is something bothering you?

Too much, way too much.

Too bad. You know how she loves to travel.

We did notice a resemblance.

You look just like I remembered.

Why would a wife blackmail her husband?

-Now! -Excuse me. Nice chatting.

I demand to be put in a cell now.

You mean, we didn't get shafted?