- Maria Klein: We don't always need the law, because we have our guilt and our conscience, and sometimes that's more than enough.
- Hayley Jones: [returning from burying the body, parking car] Zoe's not home yet, so that's good. It's over. Never happened. Say it.
- Amanda Rowe: [numbly] Never happened.
- Hayley Jones: Say it again.
- Amanda Rowe: It never happened.
- Amanda Rowe: Hayley, we're in a lot of trouble.
- [notices bruised face, whispers:]
- Amanda Rowe: Oh, my God.
- [hands before her mouth:]
- Amanda Rowe: Oh, my God. What happened?
- Hayley Jones: My dad dropped by for a little visit.
- Amanda Rowe: Your dad? Wha-?
- Hayley Jones: I called the cops.
- Amanda Rowe: What? Wha-?
- [gasps]
- Amanda Rowe: You called the cops?
- [gasps]
- Amanda Rowe: Why would... why would... why would you do that?
- Garret Jones: [in bar] Aren't you a little young to be honing in on me?
- Amanda Rowe: I'm older than I look.
- Garret Jones: No, you're not.
- Amanda Rowe: [after long silence, trying again] What are you drinking?
- Garret Jones: It doesn't have a name.
- Amanda Rowe: [smirks] Just like you.
- [he scoffs]
- Amanda Rowe: What's in it?
- Garret Jones: A half glass beer, quarter glass whiskey, quarter glass 7-Up.
- [takes a sip]
- Amanda Rowe: That's a cocktail.
- [grins victoriously]
- Garret Jones: No, it ain't.
- Amanda Rowe: A cocktail has two or more ingredients in it, and one of them has to be a spirit. A whiskey's a spirit, so that, my friend, is a cocktail.
- Garret Jones: Yeah? What are you, cocktail police?
- Amanda Rowe: [morose] Every scenario in my head is black.
- Hayley Jones: Hey.
- [Amanda looks at her]
- Hayley Jones: Like you said, she's *missing.* She could still be alive.