Peter: We missed you. Where were you, high up in the first class, I bet?
Richard Walker: We got here yesterday.
Peter: Yesterday? And you haven't find the way out of the airport yet? I thought I was wrecked.
Richard Walker: No, a mix-up with the bags.
Peter: Mix-up with the bags? Mmmm. To tell you the truth, I am a little wrecked. I hope I don't miss your speech. Is tomorrow, right?
Richard Walker: No, no, Peter. Today. Today.
Richard Walker: Yeah.
Peter: I hope you don't miss it.
Richard Walker: Dede's been dead for over 12 hours.
Michelle: How do you know? What are you, a doctor?
Richard Walker: No corpse stinks that much after only 12 hours. Take my word for it. Yes, I am a doctor.