You know, my mother once told me "Never go someplace where you're not welcome."
— You might be wired for sound, and there's only one way to find out, and I'm not sure you'd enjoy it.
— How do you know I wouldn't?
— Intimate or not, youāve known this girl for three years. Did she kill that man?
— Yes and no.
— That doesnāt help.
— Yes, chiefly because she asked me to come here, change my story and back hers up.
— I didnāt kill him!
— And the no is a little less direct you see, when a man gets a girl pregnant, her normal reaction is to make him marry her, not kill him. See, the thing she wants most is a father for the baby, and a dead one is no good.
— Thatās silly, Iām not pregnant. Thereās only one way a girl can get pregnant, and it couldnāt have been that with me because itās never happened.
— This, uh, is in the strictest of confidence.
— Ah, yes, well, of course. Unless youāre loaded with something too heavy for me, like murder or treason.
— "Other sins only speak, murder shrieks out. Treason doth never prosper." Fear not, Mr. Goodwin, I am loaded with neither.
— My god, wouldnāt it be wonderful if you just put your arms Around me and told me, "itās all right, my darling. Iāll take care of everything, leave it to me."
— Oh... Itās all right, my darling, Iāll take care of everything. Leave it to me. Now what?
— Why didnāt I get me a man? I couldāve had a dozen, but no, I had to do it all by myself. And now here I am with a Jaguar and no man. How do you set fire to a car?
— Well, you, uh, pour gasoline all over it, you light a match, Toss it, and jump back real fast. You gotta be careful what you tell the insurance company, Or you might end up in the can.