Sally: What are you, crazy? That woman's husband was just murdered, and you're trying to stick your tongue down her throat? Do you want to become the prime suspect?
Harry: Well, why would I be a suspect? It's obvious that hunter guy did it.
Dick: How dare you! My dear friend Colonel Pinkham is many things... longbow expert, marksman, knife and gun collector, actor... but he is no murderer.
Mary: [o.s.] [retches]
Dick: Oh, my poor Mary. Listen, let's not spoil Mary's "whodunit" weekend with news of this heinous murder.