Rebecca: Why you filthy... Okay, fine, fine. There is a chambermaid in the room. Explain it.
Mrs. Crandell: A chambermaid in a hotel? Will wonders never cease.
Sam: You know, actually, we're going to be running along here.
Rebecca: No, we're not going to be running along. All right. How about the fiddler, huh?
Dr. Crandell: I was lonely. I was going to have him play our song all night.
Rebecca: All right, all right. So have your loving husband explain why the four of us were in that closet.
Mrs. Crandell: You were there. You mean you don't know?
Rebecca: Yes, I know. Because you are the scariest bitch we would ever want to meet.
Mrs. Crandell: And you are a little tramp.
Rebecca: Tramp? Why, I ought to put you... I'm going to kill your husband! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill you! He's stupid, he's a fraud! He's a psycho! He's a...! I'm going to hunt you down and kill you like a dog! And why don't you get yourself some new socks, buster?!
Sam: Um... Uh, I can explain everything here. She just wanted to convince me that she's not crazy.