Dick: So... tell me how you got started in journalism. [picks up an artefact]
Ken Fretts: Oh, I was working as a freelance photographer in Phoenix. Just so happened a movie was being shot. [Dick picks up a fire iron] It was one of the Baldwin brothers. It was- What's that?
Dick: This is a, uh, a poker. There's a fireplace in this office, and this poker is proof. Your story fascinates me. Which Baldwin brother was it?
Ken Fretts: I dunno. It wasn't the famous one, the one who married the blonde. Not the one who hit the photographer, thank god. [Dick grabs a length of a telephone cord] But I got a picture of him. Sold it to one of those slick magazines- [telephone falls] What the hell are you doing?!
Dick: Okay, scoop! I'm gonna level with you. You've gotta leave town.
Ken Fretts: What?!
Dick: Look, there's no time for games. Here is... $32 and a Chicken Delicious coupon. Don't look back.