Dick: Nina, I need your help. A few weeks ago I saw you hold the elevator for Chancellor Stevens' assistant Ruth.
Nina: Yeah? So?
Dick: It's time to call in that favor. Get her to fax over a log book of every call he's made over the last six months. No, better make it a year.
Nina: Dr. Solomon, will you stop worrying? There's no "conspiracy" against Dr. Albright. Trust me.
Dick: Trust you? Of course I trust you. You're my trusted aide, Nina. [to Mary as she enters] Nina's in on it.
Mary: [gasps] No!