Lisa: They should make heroin look like something else. Candy bars maybe.
Mike Talman: All right, how long have you known? When did you figure it out about me?
Susy Hendrix: You've been to Sam's studio?
Mike Talman: Yeah, that's right.
Susy Hendrix: And there was no doll?
Mike Talman: More fun still, there wasn't even a desk.
Susy Hendrix: Poor Sam. He really should have a desk.
Roat: Don't touch that.
Roat: Did you know they wanted to kill me? I did. I knew even before they did. They were awful amateurs, and that's why you saw through them.
Susy Hendrix: I saw through you too.
Roat: No, not all the way, Suzy. Even now, not all the way. The lovely thing was the way I let them set it all up. All that silliness of meeting in the parking lot, the whole thing, they had comic book minds. So, I let them do it their way, right up to the very end. And then, topsy-turvy. Me topsy and them turvy.
Roat: I cannot negotiate in an atmosphere of mistrust.
Susy Hendrix: Mr. Roat, are you looking at me?