Frankie: Brick, write this name down... "Detective Philip Strickland." Ooh! They questioned the husband again. Okay, I'm tellin' ya, Mike. I think it's murder, and I think maybe the husband did it. It's always the husband.
Mike: Gee, I wonder why.
Frankie: Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but read the article for yourself. And who knows? Maybe if we solve this mystery, Claudia's soul will finally rest in peace, the curse will be lifted from our house, and my bruise will go away. Now, Henry said she drowned in the tub after church, while he was golfing.
Brick: And I'm no fan of sport, but isn't March a little early for golfing?
Mike: Uh, if you guys had kept reading, there's an article from a week later that says the death was ruled "accidental drowning due to cardiac arrest." No foul play. Case closed.
Brick: [sighs] Shoot. I was gonna impress Cindy by solving a murder. Guess I'll have to continue my old plan of calling and hanging up when she answers.