Sam: You want to see me, Muggs, all you need is a phone.
Cath: You lied about being in Lois O'Neill's bedroom.
Sam: I was in that bedroom once. In 1967. As a gentleman, I would prefer not going into details.
Cath: Your handkerchief puts you there when the waiter was shot.
(Sam pulls out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket.)
Sam: One of these? Lois and I were going over old times. She got a little weepy. What she did with it after that, I don't know. My housekeeper made me a dozen for Christmas. I've only got half left.
Cath: So quit giving them away.
Sam: Oh ... your mother and me.
Cath: You know, Sam, this is the second time that I thought that you might be a killer.
Sam: Come on, you know better.
Cath: The thing is, I don't. It never occurred to me for a minute that this is something that you wouldn't have done. And that wouldn't bother me, except you're dating my mother.
Sam: Look, I'm being good to Lil this time around. Give us a chance. Give me a chance. You'll see.
Cath: Making up for stabbing one girl by being kind to another. Hmm.
Sam: If you weren't my daughter ...
Cath: What? What would you do, Sam?