Gertrude: Oh, you're here to see Marty?
Cora: Actually, I think not.
Gertrude: Look, no. This isn't what it looks like. I'm here to apologize. But since he's not talking to me, I guess I can say me piece to you. Now, first of all, don't be scared. I'm not a secret agent and I don't have a license to kill. Back when I said all that to you, I wasn't really in me right mind, anyway. I mean, I'd just separated from me husband and well, maybe I hoped Marty would be some kind of knight in shining armor. But we were never a couple, though.
Cora: It was a pretty rotten thing you did.
Gertrude: Yes, I know, dear. Just awful. But in me defense, I've done much worse. And besides, between you and the girl at the bookstore, I liked you better.