"Long-time prominent citizen trumps irrelevant stranger every time."
"You were quite the actress putting on that oversexed and helpless routine at the motel."
She relaxed a little, unhooked her seatbelt, leaned back and smiled, "You fell for it. Show a man some skin and his brains slide down into his pants." She changed to a slow, mocking voice, "Isn't my little bikini just the cutest thing you've ever seen? Y'all do like to look at me, don't you?" Then back to normal, "Thank God I had to wear it only once. You're a regular Boy Scout aren't you, running around like that?"
"Pretty dumb of me, huh, trying to help a bunch of strangers."
"You and one other guy at the party were the type I was looking for, horny and gullible. I was working both of you. I figured one of you would catch fire."
"What fun! And I was the winning stooge. The loser is happily going on with his life somewhere."
She looked directly at him. "You didn't seem to mind."
"No, I didn't at the time. I paid an incredibly high price for that piece of sex, wasn't worth five seconds of my freedom."
"You surprised me when you turned me down at the motel. When I showed you my breasts, you were supposed to go all stupid. I overestimated your horniness. I expected I'd have to screw you again to keep you properly motivated. You know, make you think there would be regular sex, if you kept doing what I wanted. But you didn't require it, thank God. You just charged off like Don Quixote to right the wrongs of the world."
"You must have known when Towson was going to be murdered, and you got me to his place at the proper time. I was the stranger with only some cockamamie explanation for being there. It was supposed to appear that in my delusional mind I was in a love triangle."
"He was such a sick pup, your Honor. He imagined that with Senator Towson out of the way he'd have me all to himself."
"Sex is merely a weapon for you, isn't it?"
"I'm over seventy. No man is going to do anything for me without some manner of sex."
He believed that was the first honest statement of her feelings he had heard from her. "That's not true," he said. "You're just afraid to find out."
"I'm getting what I want."
"You tried to get my fingerprints on that gun box in the motel room, didn't you? That box ended up in Tammy's closet. How did you do that?"
"Now, wasn't I clever? I caught Barner going through some things in my bedroom when he was there exterminating months ago. I told him not to come back. When I failed to get your prints on the box, I called him. I bluffed him saying I knew he'd been pilfering things from customer's homes. He begged me not to turn him in. It would ruin his business. I told him I needed a favor. Such an ignorant man."