- [Jessica has grown sick and tired of the mayor, who knows nothing about police work, but insists on being in charge of the investigation]
- Jessica Fletcher: I'm sorry, but you have about as much right to conduct a police investigation as... Jack the Ripper.
- [last lines]
- Audrey Bannister: I don't know why I have to ask you to do the little things that any other husband would automatically do.
- [Audrey turns and leaves]
- Howard Bannister: This circus... I don't suppose there's an opening for an overworked, underappreciated stockbroker?
- Jessica Fletcher: [smiles] Well, we could certainly find out... from the new owner.
- [first lines]
- Neil Fletcher: Jessie, what more do you want?
- Jessica Fletcher: I want the truth.
- Neil Fletcher: It's staring you in the face. The coroner already told you it was Sutter's blood type on that club. You saw them find it where I hid it.
- Jessica Fletcher: I don't care what I saw. I don't care what the coroner told me. I don't care what you told the police.
- Jessica Fletcher: Sweet, trusting Jessica.