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Jessica Fletcher (Character)
from "Murder, She Wrote" (1984)

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"Murder, She Wrote: Danse Diabolique (#8.11)" (1992)
Jessica Fletcher: There are three things you can never have enough of in life, Lieutenant: chocolate, friends and the theatre.

Jessica Fletcher: Didn't even notice that the thorns were real?
Damien Bolo: I was so nervous, I could've been handling a porcupine and not known it.

Jessica Fletcher: She appears to have sustained a puncture wound on the palms of her hands. Probably from the thorns on rose, you'll probably want to test the rose for poison.
SFPD Lt. Martin Kinicki: And you are?
Jessica Fletcher: Jessica Fletcher.
SFPD Lt. Martin Kinicki: [smiles] I thought that was you, my wife's read all your books.

Jessica Fletcher: There's just something that doesn't seem right.
SFPD Lt. Martin Kinicki: Yeah, it's these grown men running around in their long underwear flapping their arms, which they do a lot of in ballet.

Jessica Fletcher: You made such a point that you wanted to reconstruct the ballet exactly as it had happened, but the film showed the ballerina never touching the skull. You arranged for it so that Lily would *clutch* the skull.
SFPD Lt. Martin Kinicki: The one with the needles laced with Thallium.
Jessica Fletcher: Puncturing her palms and killing her within a matter of seconds.

Murder, She Wrote: A Story to Die For (2000) (TV)
[flashback: Jessica walks through the garden and swimming pool area]
Jessica Fletcher: [voice only] After you were shot I went out to examine the area where the shooter would've been standing. On inspection I found a bullet hole in a tree that was on a direct line to my window, meaning a bullet had not been fired *in* from the garden it had been fired *out* from the room. Then when the Police found the bullet in the wall of my room and it matched the one that killed Yuri, I knew. I was hoping that somehow, some way it wasn't you. That perhaps I'd misread the clues or you were being set up to take the blame. One thing finally changed that, and I feel confident that when forensics checks the powder burns on your shirt, they'll realise only you could've fired that gun. Everything about the murder pointed to premeditation, which meant that the murder must have had something to do with the contents of his previous novel. Yuri killed your song didn't he?
Warren Pierce: [downcast] Jess do you know what it's like to go through life... wondering why your son was murdered? Who killed him? And then one day, I opened a book.
[holds up the book titled COLD WARRIOR]
Warren Pierce: [downcast] This book. My Publisher said that he wanted me to review it. It was Yuri's book. Can you believe it? As I read... bit by bit I realised I was... I was reading the end of the details of my own son's... murder. Information that no one else could've known but the man who did it. The man who killed him. Yuri must've thought nobody put it together, he must've thought he was immune from prosecution, but it's all here Jess. It's all in the book! All the facts! I wasn't going to let him get away with it. Yuri Malenkovich killed my son! Shot him... shot him. He dumped his body in a ditch... and he just... left it there.
Jessica Fletcher: [walking towards Warren] For as long as I've known you, I felt that a part of you has been in terrible pain. Now I know why. And I am so sorry Warren. I truly am.

Warren Pierce: [downcast] Are you sorry enough, or you understand enough, not to go to the Police?
Jessica Fletcher: Warren?
Warren Pierce: [downcast] What else did you tell them?
Jessica Fletcher: Well nothing significant. I didn't name you. I didn't need to.
Warren Pierce: Why not?
Jessica Fletcher: Because you are going to turn yourself in to the Police and you are going to confess. And you will tell your story in front of a jury.
Warren Pierce: Jessica you're the only one who knows I'm involved in this.
[takes the silenced gun from the top of the wardrobe]
Warren Pierce: What's to keep me from killing you?
Jessica Fletcher: Because I still believe that you're an honourable man.
Warren Pierce: [walks towards Jessica with the gun] I've already killed once.
Jessica Fletcher: That was because you believed you were avenging your son's death. There's a big difference between that and... and this. You could've let Patricia take the blame for the murder. And you could've gotten away before any of this unravelled but you *didn't*. And that *proves* that you can't hurt an innocent... or a friend.
[Warren gives the gun to Jessica]
Warren Pierce: You'll always be my friend.

[in the conference room]
Woman: I don't understand how you could do it. I mean you said yourself he was your friend. The guy he murdered was probably a killer several times over, a lot worse than your friend. So why do it?
Jessica Fletcher: Yes, well uh, it was, it, it was the hardest thing that I've ever done. But, popular culture not withstanding there is such a thing as right and wrong. The taking of a human life for any reason is wrong. You can never nudge the moral compass far from its true North without losing something vital. A compass is essential for everyone, writers in particular. Yuri Malenkovich asked why I investigate murders. He said that I had to have a personal agenda. Well he was quite right. It's important to me to pursue those who cross the line, and take another human life. In my investigating murders, I've seen some terrible things. So many of them it would take the wind out of anybody's sails.

[last lines]
Jessica Fletcher: But because I'm a romantic I still believe that we have the potential to be nobler than we know and better than we think. That the darkness I've seen is only a shadow on the *potential* of the human heart. Warren, in his own way a romantic, made hard by the world around him until he finally made a tragic mistake. He walked away from his own moral compass. So I urge you to keep your hearts' compass on the true North of your dreams. Be free to be romantics, to reject sinisism, to believe that good will prevail, and that those who do wrong will be punished. Because, when the hour of the wolf comes, as it comes to all of us, sooner or later. Those are the things that sustain us. Thank you and goodnight.
[everyone in the conference room stands up and applauds]

"Murder, She Wrote: Jessica Behind Bars (#2.9)" (1985)
Mary Stamm: I didn't dilute the drugs, I don't know how. That's the truth, Mrs. Fletcher... but the truth isn't a good defense. I found that out the hard way.
Jessica Fletcher: Your husband?
Mary Stamm: He beat me so bad I was hospitalized 3 times, but there wasn't enough 'evidence' for the police to do anything. Finally I decided to leave him, when a friend called me and told me my husband was coming home early mean and drunk. I called the cops, and I waited in the bedroom with my husband's .22 rifle.

Jessica Fletcher: I especially liked the part in your story where the gas station bandit accidentally shifts the getaway car into reverse instead of drive and backs into the police car. I thought it showed great imagination.
Tug: Well it would've, except it actually happened that way.

"Murder, She Wrote: Deadly Lady (#1.1)" (1984)
[first lines]
Jessica Fletcher: [while typing during a storm with the lights flickering] Oh, please, three more paragraphs and I can go to bed.

[last lines]
Jessica Fletcher: I'm gonna show you some of the finer points of deep-sea angling.
Capt. Ethan Cragg: Is that so?
Jessica Fletcher: Yep.
Capt. Ethan Cragg: I suppose that means you're gonna want me to bait your hook, too.
Jessica Fletcher: Of course. You always do, don't you?

"Murder, She Wrote: Birds of a Feather (#1.2)" (1984)
Jessica Fletcher: I've got the name of a very good lawyer, and is there anything else you need?
Howard Griffin: How about a pair of pants?

[last lines]
Howard Griffin: What do you think, Aunt Jessica?
Jessica Fletcher: Well, uh, I don't usually give advice, but in this case, I say... go for it.

"Murder, She Wrote: Reflections of the Mind (#2.6)" (1985)
Jessica Fletcher: [to Cheryl Lodge] I don't want to alarm you but something very sinister is going on here.

"Murder, She Wrote: Lines of Excellence (#8.5)" (1991)
Jessica Fletcher: So if I finish a chapter of my new book in Cabot Cove, I can send it through the phone lines to my publisher in New York?

"Murder, She Wrote: Murder, She Spoke (#3.22)" (1987)
Lt. Faraday: Oh, I think writing is a real good hobby for a woman. You can cook up some supper, you can chat on the phone, then pop over to the old typewriter now and then for a few minutes.
Jessica Fletcher: Yes, when I am not too busy beating laundry against the rocks in the river.

"Murder, She Wrote: We're Off to Kill the Wizard (#1.7)" (1984)
Horatio Baldwin: Don't you go to the movies?
Jessica Fletcher: When Cary Grant bowed out, so did I.

"Murder, She Wrote: Simon Says, Color Me Dead (#3.17)" (1987)
Sheriff Amos Tupper: What am I going to do about the fact that Irene Rutledge has no legal claim to Tommy?
Jessica Fletcher: Amos, if I were you, I would develop amnesia.
Sheriff Amos Tupper: Save a lot of paperwork, too.

"Murder, She Wrote: Keep the Home Fries Burning (#2.14)" (1986)
Jessica Fletcher: Preserves are terribly difficult to get out of a suede purse, aren't they?

"Murder, She Wrote: Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall: Part 1 (#5.21)" (1989)
Sheriff Mort Metzger: Mrs Fletcher! Can I see you for a minute?
Sheriff Mort Metzger: I said, do me a favor, please, and tell me what goes on in this town!
Jessica Fletcher: I'm sorry, but...
Sheriff Mort Metzger: I've been here one year, this is my fifth murder. What is this, the death capitol of Maine? On a per capita basis this place makes the south Bronx look like Sunny Brooke farms!
Jessica Fletcher: But I assure you Sheriff...
Sheriff Mort Metzger: I mean, is that why Tupper quit? He couldn't take it anymore? Somebody really should've warned me, Mrs. Fletcher. Now, perfect strangers are coming to Cabot Cove to die! I mean look at this guy! You don't know him, I don't know him. He has no ID, we don't know the first thing about this guy.

"Murder, She Wrote: The Bottom Line Is Murder (#3.15)" (1987)
Jessica Fletcher: [to the murderer] Is that your solution? To kill me?