Rigby Reardon:
[
on the phone] Mrs. Hastings?
Leona:
Yes?
Rigby Reardon:
My name's Reardon. Sorry to hear your father's passed on.
Leona:
No, he hasn't. He won't be back till Sunday.
Rigby Reardon:
Sunday? You don't understand, Mrs. Hastings. I'm investigating your father's death.
Leona:
Well, that's absurd! My father called me from Chicago tonight. He never mentioned a word!
Rigby Reardon:
Maybe it slipped his mind. Look, uh, your father is dead, Mrs. Hastings. Your sister Juliet feels his death wasn't an accident.
Leona:
What are you talking about? Why are you calling me like this? I had a long talk with him just a little while ago. He told me some terrible things about you.
Rigby Reardon:
Listen, you phony fruitcake!
[
pause]
Rigby Reardon:
Sorry I called you a fruitcake, Mrs. Hastings. It's just that I don't have time to listen to...
Leona:
[
interrupting] All right, don't listen! Who cares?
[
She slams the phone down]
Rigby Reardon:
[
to Juliet] Your sister has a lot to learn about phone courtesy.
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