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?