Dick: See?
Mary: Oh, my God. I've had her in my house.
Dick: How deep does this thing go? Damn. If only I could get a look at that document that Judith hid from me. No matter how much I find out, I still only know a small part. It's like a riddle wrapped around an enigma fried up in a conundrum with Chinese mustard dipping sauce.
Mary: Well, I'm not going down that easy. I think you know what we have to do.
Dick: Kill Judith and make it look like an accident?
Mary: No.
Dick: We're not gonna make it look like an accident?!