- Patricia St. Claire: Would you believe... until today... I'd only slept with one man in my whole life?
- Peter McDermott: Yeah. And where did he go?
- Patricia St. Claire: With the wind.
- Peter McDermott: You've got kids?
- Patricia St. Claire: Oh, yeah. And a stack of bills to go with 'em. And a house that's all mine until Tuesday, when the bank takes over.
- Peter McDermott: And what do you need?
- Patricia St. Claire: $1,100, or we're out on the streets.
- Peter McDermott: You got any particular work skills?
- Patricia St. Claire: In case you haven't noticed, I haven't even been able to swing the world's oldest profession.
- Sheila: Your husband dies in this very room, ten years ago tonight, and you don't think that's creepy?
- Harriet Gold: You hear that, Morton? You make her nervous. Look, Irving wants me to marry him, and I just wanna see what Morton thinks of the idea.
- Sheila: You want your dead husband's permission to accept Irving's proposal?
- Harriet Gold: Oh, I always trusted Morton.
- Sheila: Harriet, I'm your friend. Trust me. You are not rowing with both oars in the water.
- Peter McDermott: Mr. Kramer believes there's going to be an assassination attempt on the Israeli minister.
- Kramer: There was an explosion in a building in North Beach last night. Police found evidence of a hit in this hotel and called us in.
- Billy Griffin: Uh, so who are we talking about?
- Kramer: A Mideast terrorist group.
- Billy Griffin: No chance our man went up with the fireworks?
- Kramer: Nope, and we don't even know who we're looking for.
- Mark Danning: There's someone named Kramer waiting in your office.
- Peter McDermott: Must be the guy from the IRS.
- Mark Danning: Well, you're gonna wish it was. It's the FBI.
- Peter McDermott: I'm Peter McDermott, manager of this hotel.
- Patricia St. Claire: Oh.
- Peter McDermott: Yeah, and I make it my business to know everyone who works at the St. Gregory, and for some reason, we don't have your social security number on file.
- Patricia St. Claire: I was just being friendly.
- Peter McDermott: There's a law against that kind of friendly, Patricia.
- Patricia St. Claire: How do you know my name?
- Peter McDermott: [returning her check] I think this belongs to you. Your check, it bounced.
- Patricia St. Claire: I'm sorry. I would have made good on it eventually.
- Peter McDermott: Can I ask you what the problem is?
- Patricia St. Claire: What difference does it make?
- Peter McDermott: I won't know 'til I hear. Besides, I figure you owe the price of an explanation.
- Patricia St. Claire: I don't know what to say.
- Peter McDermott: Well, why don't we just chalk it up to... poetic justice?
- [sees Billy breezing past]
- Peter McDermott: Excuse me. Hey, where you been?
- Billy Griffin: Gettin' into the spirit of things.
- Sheila: Your husband dies in this very room ten years ago tonight, and you don't think that's creepy?
- Harriet Gold: [looking to the ceiling] You hear that, Morton? You make her nervous.
- [looking to her friend Sheila]
- Harriet Gold: Look, Irving wants me to marry him, and I just want to see what Morton thinks of the idea.
- Sheila: You want your dead husband's permission to accept Irving's proposal?
- Harriet Gold: Well, I always trusted Morton.
- Sheila: Harriet, I'm your friend. Trust me, you're not rowing with both oars in the water.
- Victoria Cabot: We're not going to alter the routine of this hotel because of the actions of one deranged man! Otherwise you might as well board it up.
- [Peter shrugs in acknowledgment and turns to leave]
- Victoria Cabot: Uh, Peter? How would my sister-in-law have handled this?
- Peter McDermott: Exactly the same way you did.
- [smiles and laughter]
- [first lines]
- Christine Francis: My turn to curtsy, your turn to bow?
- Peter McDermott: Oh, no. This is your basic foreign dignitary. Just a simple smile will do.