- Judy Hale: Jen and I are becoming really close friends.
- Steve Wood: Judy!
- Judy Hale: What?
- Steve Wood: What kind of friendship is based on lies? And manslaughter?
- Judy Hale: A layered one?
- Judy Hale: I have to tell you something.
- Jen Harding: What?
- Judy Hale: [hesitates] He killed you.
- Jen Harding: What?
- Judy Hale: Ted. He told Bambi you were dead. Breast cancer.
- Jen Harding: No...
- Judy Hale: He said that he was a widower and that he was raising the kids all alone. Ugh... I didn't know if I should tell you or not.
- Jen Harding: [badly shaken] I don't know if you should have told me, either.
- Judy Hale: I'm sorry.
- Jen Harding: I can't fucking believe him.
- Judy Hale: Yeah. I know.
- Jen Harding: [in tears] What the fuck have I been doing here? I've spent months trying to... bring him justice, obsessed with trying to find the person that killed him, and for what? He fucking killed me!
- Judy Hale: Yeah. Yeah!
- Jen Harding: He's such a fucking asshole.
- Judy Hale: Right. He's the asshole.
- [pause]
- Jen Harding: I'm glad he's dead.
- Judy Hale: Do you wanna go punch her?
- Jen Harding: No. I keyed her car.
- Judy Hale: You did? How did you know which one it was?
- Jen Harding: I don't know. I just guessed.
- Judy Hale: So, you keyed "someone's" car?
- Jen Harding: Yup. And then I bought a pack of cigarettes.