Detective Alexandra Eames: Too strange for the chess club? That must be some kind of record.
[Eames, while examining a recently discovered, 20 year old partly decomposed corpse, realizes the victim was wearing a very rare mini skirt]
Detective Robert Goren: You wore one of those?
Detective Alexandra Eames: Looked good in it, too.
Maureen: [fondling her fur coat] All right, Ricky was here. He bought this for me.
Detective Robert Goren: How'd you get him to do that? Did you get him drunk?
[There is a long pause]
Detective Robert Goren: Is that what you did?
[Maureen stares impassively at Goren]
Detective Robert Goren: You got him drunk, and you took all his money.
Maureen: [defiantly] He owed me.
Kathy McLellan: Back then, chess was life. My brother had Frazier-Ali, I had Fischer-Spassky.
Detective Robert Goren: I like how you made me do that. Made me cross the room, by keeping your voice down.
Jay Lippman: [smiling] It wasn't deliberate.
Detective Robert Goren: Come on. It's the classic "Sicilian gambit." To get me to the door. We're done anyway. Thank you for seeing us.
[Goren and Eames halt in the door frame]
Detective Robert Goren: Oh, by the way...
Detective Robert Goren: If you want to tell your husband we were here, by all means, we have no secrets from him. The more he knows, the better it is.