Miriam: Why wouldn't I tell him that his pure, darling little girl was having a dirty little affair with a married man?
Charlotte: You're a vile, sorry little bitch.
Charlotte: What do you think I asked you here for? company?
Velma Cruther: Think I don't know a due bill when I see one?
Velma Cruther: So you're finally showin' the right side of your face. Well, I seen it all along. That's some kinda drug you been givin' her. Isn't it? It's what's been making her act like she's been. Well, Ah'm goin' into town and Ah'm tellin them what you been up to.
Miriam: You idiot. You wretched idiot! He's dead. And you killed him.
Harry Willis: You're my favorite living mystery.
Charlotte: Have you ever solved me?
Charlotte: Get out, Luke Standish! You smirkin' Judas.
