- Mona Ramsay: Michael, I think D'orothea has a drug problem.
- Michael: What makes you think that?
- Mona Ramsay: Yesterday I was in her study on the phone calling information trying to get her parents phone number and home address in Oakland when I found a horde of these totally unidentifiable capsules in her desk drawer while I was looking for a pen to write down her parents address. And later when I asked her about the pills, she started acting really... jumpy.
- Michael: Has she been acting jumpy otherwise?
- Mona Ramsay: Well... no, not exactly.
- Michael: Then it's probably nothing. Relax.
- Mona Ramsay: I can't. I'm saving my last Quaalude for Christmas Eve.
- Mary Ann Singleton: Michael, if I tell you something else, you must swear on a stack of Bibles that you will never EVER tell a living soul?
- Michael Tolliver: [sarcastic] You think I'd cross you, baby? I've seen what you to your enemies!
- Mary Ann Singleton: Forget it!
- Michael Tolliver: No, please! I'm sorry. I promise. Come on, tell me.
- Mary Ann Singleton: Norman wasn't just a pornographer, Michael. He was a private eye.
- Michael Tolliver: Jesus! How do you know?
- Mary Ann Singleton: He told me. Right before he fell. He also told me that he was working on a big case that was going to make him a lot of money. It made me start to wonder about why he came to Barbary Lane in the first place and why he was always questioning me about certain things.
- Michael Tolliver: Wow! Go on.
- Mary Ann Singleton: Well, when I got back to the house after... you know... I got his spare key out of the basement and went through his room again. I found this huge file he was hiding. Do you know what he was investigating?
- Michael Tolliver: What?
- Mary Ann Singleton: Mrs. Madrigal.
- Michael Tolliver: What?
- Mary Ann Singleton: I couldn't believe it either.
- Michael Tolliver: Well, what did it say?
- Mary Ann Singleton: I don't know. I burned it. I couldn't bring myself to open it, so I took it outside, threw it into a trash can and I burned it. Why do you think I was late for the party?
- Norman Neal Williams: [answering a phone] Hello?
- Woman on Phone: [voice] Mr. Williams?
- Norman Neal Williams: I hope this is important.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] Well... I was just wondering how it was going.
- Norman Neal Williams: Look, I told you not to call me here. I gave you the number of my answering service.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] Mr. Williams, I left three messages at your answering service in the past two days...
- Norman Neal Williams: Do you think you're my only client?
- Woman on Phone: [voice] Of course not.
- Norman Neal Williams: You're perfectly free to find another man, if you want. I'm also currently working on finding three missing husbands, plus the runaway kid from Denver, and more guys messing around with their wives than I can count. You're paying me by the job, not by the hour.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] I know. I have utmost confidence in you.
- Norman Neal Williams: You could have blown my cover by calling me here. I've got no privacy in this cracker box. There could have been someone sitting two feet away from me who could have figured...
- Woman on Phone: [voice]
- [interrupting]
- Woman on Phone: I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to know if you could tell me if you found out anything? About the woman who runs that boarding house?
- Norman Neal Williams: Anna Madrigal? Yes, I think she's the one.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] Oh my God...
- Norman Neal Williams: I have to go slow. It's ticklish. People are sticky about their privacy out here.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] Of course. I understand.
- Norman Neal Williams: It should be all wrapped up in a matter of weeks.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] I hope you understand why I'm getting a little impatient...
- Norman Neal Williams: [interrupting] Look at it this way. You've waited nearly 30 years already. Another month won't kill you.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] I thought you said you could solve this in two weeks.
- Norman Neal Williams: Mrs. Ramsey!
- Woman on Phone: [voice] All right. I know all about Mona. She's my daughter. What about the name of that woman, Anna Madrigal?
- Norman Neal Williams: Phony. I think it's an anagram.
- Woman on Phone: [voice] You mean it spells... ?
- Norman Neal Williams: We'll see what it spells!
- [Norman hangs up]
- [last lines]
- [Anna lays a joint on the freshly dug grave of Edgar]
- Anna Madrigal: Have fun. It's Colombian.