George: ...he imbibed her glistening spell... just before the other shoe... fell.
Wyck: Is that a Keats poem?
George: No, it's a Newman. Well, I gotta run. [smiles, pats briefcase, exits]
Wyck: Does anyone think George might have murdered Susan?
Mr. Cross: Oh, yeah. I just assumed he murdered her.
Ms. Baines: Of course he killed her.
Wyck: So it's not just me, then. All right, back to business.