- [Jodie walks into a private investigator's office]
- Jodie: Maggie Chandler?
- Maggie: What does it say on the door?
- Jodie: Maggie Chandler.
- Maggie: You think I walked into the wrong office this morning?
- Jodie: So much for small talk.
- Maggie: [not looking up from her typewriter] Have a seat, I'll be with you in a sec. You're the guy with the missing kid?
- Jodie: Yes.
- Maggie: Why didn't you eat this morning?
- Jodie: I wasn't hung-how did you know?
- Maggie: You've been eying my Danish ever since you walked in here.
- Jodie: Very quick.
- Maggie: You're not getting any.
- Jodie: I've got you eating out the palm of my hand.
- Maggie: [turns to Jodie] Queens.
- Jodie: Excuse me?
- Maggie: Your accent. Queens, with a touch of Manhattan mixed in. You probably live in Connecticut and you play a lot of ball. You don't smoke, you don't have any cats and you live with your mother, correct?
- Jodie: That's amazing.
- Maggie: Nothing to it. You see, that nasal tone in your voice is a 50/50 mix of New York working man and New York intellectual, hence the Queens and Manhattan. The whiney quality is obviously Connecticut. You have the body of a second baseman, I don't smell tobacco smoke on your clothes, there's no cat fuzz on your pants and your address is a family neighborhood. No smoking, no cats and mama.
- Jodie: I whine?
- Maggie: Well, I didn't say it wasn't pleasant.
- Jodie: [whining] I don't whine.