I got to hand it to you, honey. It's just sheer hate driving you on.
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I got to hand it to you, honey. It's just sheer hate driving you on.
I always said there was good money in tomatoes.
Did you have a nice day on the beach?
I didn't kill my husband! I loved my husband. Libby Parsons: Bobby, I did not kill my husband! You have to believe me!
Evelyn Lake: I got to hand it to you, honey. It's just sheer hate driving you on.
Libby's Mother: I always said there was good money in tomatoes.
Travis Lehman: Did you have a nice day on the beach?
Nick Parsons: They're tough in Louisiana, Libby. You shoot me, they'll give you the gas chamber. Libby Parsons: No they won't. It's called double jeopardy. I learned a few things in prison, Nick. I could shoot you in the middle of Mardi Gras and they can't touch me. Travis Lehman: As an ex-law professor, I can assure you she is right.
Libby Parsons: I haven't felt that good in six years. I don't want to kill you, Nick. I just want you to suffer like I suffered. Travis Lehman: What she means, Nick, is you're going to prison, for murder. Nick Parsons: Who did I supposedly murder? Libby Parsons: Me. Nick Parsons: All you've got is an old fax photo. Libby Parsons: Which supplies the motive. Your wife, whom you had framed, tracks you down, and to keep her from exposing you, you kill her. Nick Parsons: You won't get away with it. Nick Parsons: Well, I think I've solved that problem. Travis Lehman: What do you mean? Nick Parsons: Let's just say the problem has been buried. Travis Lehman: Really? Nick Parsons: She's gone, I promise you,. Travis Lehman: Taped confessions are very persuasive in court, Nick, and of course, there is the physical evidence that we're gonna put in the trunk of your car. Libby Parsons: A shovel, hair, my fingerprints, a little blood. Travis Lehman: Yeah, don't forget the gasoline. Libby Parsons: It'll look like you burned and buried my body, just like you say on the tape.
Margaret Skolowski: Pay attention, because this is the best goddamn advice you're ever gonna get. Ever hear of something called double jeopardy? Fifth Amendment to the constitution? Margaret Skolowski: Huh? No? Well, double jeopardy provides that 'no person may be tried for the same crime twice.' You got that? Keep stirrin'. The state says you already killed your husband. They can't convict you of it a second time. That means that when you leave here, and you track him down, and when you find him you can kill him. That's right. You can walk right up to him in Times Square, put a gun to his head and pull the fuckin' trigger, and there's nothin' anybody can do about it. Margaret Skolowski: Kinda makes you feel warm and tingly all over, don't it? That's right. keep stirrin'.
Boutique Saleswoman: I'm sorry. Are you... lost? Libby Parsons: No. Actually, I'm found. I just had an hour with Jerome. Boutique Saleswoman: Oh. Jerome. I've heard that he is marvelous. Libby Parsons: He's fabulous. I haven't felt this good since the day my husband died.
Mangold: Pretty girl. Travis Lehman: Oh, yeah. She's very pretty, for a convicted murderer. She jumped parole on me. Mangold: Mr. Lehman, I'd love to be able to help you, sir. Travis Lehman: No, I don't want you guys to go to any trouble. I can handle matters. I just came down as a professional courtesy, since she's in New Orleans, and came here to kill one of your prominent citizens. Mangold: And just how is she planning on doing that? Travis Lehman: I don't know. She'll probably use the .38 Special she stole from me.
Nick Parsons: Well, aren't you gonna do something? Travis Lehman: What are you talkin' to me for? She's the one with the gun.
Libby Parsons: I feel like I've grown these past six years. Margaret Skolowski: 'Grown'? Honey, they don't want to hear that you've turned into some kind of tree, okay? So you just repeat after me, 'If I could trade places with my husband, I would.' Libby Parsons: Ugh. 'If I could trade places with my husband, I would.' Evelyn Lake: That's good. Now, throw in a lot of that born-again-Jesus stuff. They like that.
Handsome Internet Expert: Now, maybe when this thing has finished its searching, we could go to this, uh, this neat little bar I know and, uh, have a little drink. What do you say? Libby Parsons: Yeah. I just have to check in with my parole officer first. Handsome Internet Expert: You've been to jail? Libby Parsons: Actually, prison. Jail is a different thing. Handsome Internet Expert: So, what did you do, not pay your parking tickets? Libby Parsons: Oh, no. I was convicted of murdering my husband. Handsome Internet Expert: You're kidding, right? Libby Parsons: No, I'm not. Um, 'Sliced and Diced,' the paper called it. Can you believe that?
Suzanne Monroe: I don't believe we've met. I'm Suzanne Monroe. Libby Parsons: I'm Libby. I'm his wife. Suzanne Monroe: Well, Jonathan! A minute ago a bachelor, and now you're married. You don't waste any time. You been in New Orleans long? Nick Parsons: She's, uh... Libby Parsons: I'm just passing through town to pick up my child. I'll be leaving very soon. Suzanne Monroe: How nice. Libby Parsons: We're finally putting the past behind us and moving on with our lives, aren't we, Jonathan? Nick Parsons: Sure. Libby Parsons: I do have one question, though. How long were you and Angie fucking before you decided to get rid of me?
Libby Parsons: Okay. I killed my husband. I chopped him up into little bits, and I dumped him piece by piece into the Pacific. Are you satisfied? Travis Lehman: No. No. You were a hell of a lot closer to your kid three days ago than you are today. All you had to do was wait three years. That's all. You fucking idiot! Libby Parsons: You cannot know what it is like to sit in prison for six years and think of nothing else in the world but your son. Did I make the right choice? You asked the wrong question, Lehman, I didn't have a choice. Fuck your curfew! Libby Parsons: Who's that? Your daughter? Libby Parsons: Is that a problem for you, Lehman?
Libby Parsons: Do you think I killed him? Bobby: That's the first rule of being a lawyer. What we think doesn't matter. Libby Parsons: It matters to me. Bobby: No. Of course. I don't think you killed him.
Travis Lehman: Do you have any idea why she's fixated her lunacy on you? Nick Parsons: Well, the world's full of crazy people, am I right? Travis Lehman: Oh, yes, you are right. Truer words were never spoken. Travis Lehman: Those are nice pictures there. Did your kids do them? Nick Parsons: Uh, no. Those pictures are by a very great artist named Kandinsky. Travis Lehman: Oh. Nick Parsons: But why do I think you already knew that?
Travis Lehman: Listen to me, Karl. I think maybe this Parsons woman has been telling the truth. Karl Carruthers: You're not a law professor anymore, Travis. You're barely even a parole officer. So stop playing Mission Impossible. Travis Lehman: All I need... is a D.M.V. driver's license photograph of Nicholas Parsons. Karl Carruthers: You get back here today... because tomorrow, you're going in front of the Commission. Travis Lehman: Karl, I know I'm right. Give me a chance, okay? Now, I'm asking you politely... Travis Lehman: You send me that goddamn picture!
Travis Lehman: You think I'm a mean son of a bitch? Libby Parsons: I think you could have given her a second chance. Travis Lehman: There are no second chances in this house, baby. This is the last chance house! You try to understand that.
Libby Parsons: Excuse me? Neighbor in Garden: Dear, whatever you're selling, I've already got two of them.
Evelyn Lake: Heard you're tryin' to reach your friend, the one with your boy. Libby Parsons: Yeah, I can't find 'em. They disappeared. Margaret Skolowski: Oh, hon - If you could disappear that easy, believe you me, I wouldn't be here right now. Evelyn Lake: Me, either. Margaret Skolowski: Think. Use your head. There's gotta be a way to track him down.
Handsome Internet Expert: Now, uh, what are you looking for? Libby Parsons: A friend I haven't seen for a couple years. People said I should try the internet. Handsome Internet Expert: This a boy... friend? Libby Parsons: Girl. Handsome Internet Expert: Okay. Well, in that case, I'll help you.
Karl Carruthers: Did you voluntarily give her the gun? Travis Lehman: Come on, Karl. What do you think? Karl Carruthers: Were you drinking? Travis Lehman: No, I wasn't drinking. Karl Carruthers: It's been known to happen. Do you have any idea where she's gone? Travis Lehman: No. Karl Carruthers: All right. Well, I think that's about all, then, isn't it? Travis Lehman: All what? Karl Carruthers: There'll be an investigation into your actions today. I wouldn't hold my breath about the prospect of keeping your job. Travis Lehman: Karl, give me a break. God damn.
Travis Lehman: Turns out I owe you an apology, Mr. Devereaux. After our last conversation, I started thinking maybe that Parsons woman was telling the truth about who you used to be. So I asked the Washington State Department of Motor Vehicles to send me a driver's license photograph of Nicholas Parsons. Nick Parsons: And? Travis Lehman: And this is what came up. Nick Parsons: Well... well, we all make mistakes. I mean, there's no harm done. Travis Lehman: Then I thought about it some more, and it occurred to me what a common name Nicholas Parsons is. You know, it turns out there were six. And this... Travis Lehman: Was number three. Nick Parsons: I never liked that picture. So, Mr. Lehman, you came here to make a deal. Otherwise, I guess you would have gone straight to the police. So, question is, what's your price? Travis Lehman: $1 million. It's a nice, round figure, right? Nick Parsons: Uh... all right. But you're gonna have to give me a couple of days. Travis Lehman: No way. $1 million, right now. Nick Parsons: Mr. Lehman, it's 9: 00 at night. I can't just... Nick Parsons: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait. I have $100,000 in the safe here. And you can have that now. I'll get you the rest tomorrow. Travis Lehman: You got a deal. We do have one other problem, and that's Mrs. Parsons. She could still make a lot of trouble for us, even from prison, and I really don't need that. Nick Parsons: Well, I think I've solved that problem. Travis Lehman: What do you mean? Nick Parsons: Let's just say the problem has been buried. Travis Lehman: Really? Nick Parsons: She's gone, I promise you. Libby Parsons: You're not very good at keeping promises, Nick.
Libby Parsons: I'd like you to adopt my son. Angie: No, Lib, I can't do that. Not to you. Libby Parsons: I've thought it through. I barely survived my parents' house. I'm not gonna put him there. Money won't be a problem because there's the $2 million from the life insurance, and it's going into a trust fund in his name. Angie: It isn't about money. Libby Parsons: I know. Matty loves you. We can't let him become a ward of the State.
Bobby: The inquest was held this morning, and they reviewed all the evidence, and Nick, uh, well, he's officially been declared dead. Now, Libby, they, um... they've determined it was a wrongful death, and you... oh, Jesus, you... you're being formally charged with his murder. I-I'm here to advise you. Make no statements whatsoever to the sheriff. Cutter: I'm sorry, Libby. Libby Parsons: Cutter! Not in front of my kid, okay?
Gallery Owner: She seemed so refined. Travis Lehman: I would really like to know what that woman wanted in your gallery.
Nick Parsons: Now, then, ladies, uh, what you see before you is a moderately presentable man in his 30s, given, uh, unhealthy thoughts and a dissipated lifestyle... with, and this is what's gonna cost you the really big money... Nick Parsons: ...absolutely no redeeming moral virtue. Bidder: 500. Nick Parsons: Dear woman, my cuff links cost more than that. Now, do I hear $1,000? Bidder: 1,000. Nick Parsons: Thank you. Suzanne Monroe: 2,000. Nick Parsons: All right, now did I just hear the voice of the charming Miss Monroe? 'Cause I was just starting to worry, beginning to think you didn't care. Libby Parsons: 2,500. Nick Parsons: 2,500. We have a new bidder. 2,500. Suzanne Monroe: 3,000. Libby Parsons: 5,000. Suzanne Monroe: 5,500. Nick Parsons: Well, we have 5,500. Will, uh... will the lady take us to six? Libby Parsons: $10,000. Nick Parsons: Well, see, I mean, at last, someone who knows my true value. Now, Miss Monroe, I believe the bid is to you at $10,500. Suzanne Monroe: Well, you can have him, honey. Believe me, he ain't worth that much. I know from personal experience.
