- [last lines]
- Bradley Fredericks: Melissa, uhm, if you'd just told me how important that money was to you.
- Melissa Morgan: You'd never understand - how could you? You were born rich, you lived rich. You were so rich, you didn't even want the money. I've never had anything in my whole life.
- Bradley Fredericks: But, was it worth killing two people?
- Melissa Morgan: I'd have sold my soul for it.
- Melissa Morgan: [Melissa walks out on deck of the sailing boat and confronts Mr. Catlin] How can a rich man like you let his son live from one day to the next, from hand to mouth.
- R.B. Catlin: I bet it came as quite a surprise to you didn't it, the bride of poor Brad Fredericks, discovered she's actually married a Catlin, heir to an untold fortune. You had to know he was a Catlin or you wouldn't have married him.
- Melissa Morgan: I found out by accident that he was your son. Brad doesn't know I even know who he really is.
- R.B. Catlin: If he wants to wander around like a hippie taking pictures of crocuses for twenty dollars a crocus, that's his business. If he's too proud to put on a suit and tie and take his rightful place in the Catlin Industries, then both of you can go right on living on thistles, pine cones, and chicken fat. That's final.
- [first lines]
- Bradley Fredericks: Ah, my little bride, look at this.
- [He hands her a picture of a bird]
- Bradley Fredericks: See the Y-4 shutter cuts the shutter to one hundred. Look at the detail.
- Melissa Morgan: Brad, it's beautiful!
- Bradley Fredericks: Yea, isn't it? I better get packing. Heavy dew last night. Those wild flowers are gonna have a texture to them like velvet today. I won't be back until sunset. Miss me?
- Melissa Morgan: Uh-hum, like crazy.
- [They kiss]
- Melissa Morgan: While you're gone I'd better drive into the city today and do some shopping. The larder is getting a little low.
- Bradley Fredericks: Well, let's splurge. As soon as we get this series off to the Annual we'll be solvent again. You'll see.
- Melissa Morgan: We'll get by.
- Bradley Fredericks: You bet. Bye-bye.
- [He walks away. She looks at the bird picture again, drops the picture, and rolls her eyes in annoyance]