AMY: Welcome home!
WELLES: Do you know how much I missed you?
AMY: What's this? Have you been smoking?
WELLES: Smoking? I'm not smoking.
AMY: Your clothing reeks of it.
WELLES: You know, Amy, I've been sitting around in bars and everywhere following this guy... I mean, is this what I get as first thing? Before you even say "hello," you accuse me?
AMY: I'm not accusing you...
WELLES: Well, I'm not smoking, okay?
AMY: Okay, I believe you.

MRS CHRISTIAN: Mister Welles, you're very prompt.
WELLES: I try to be.
MRS CHRISTIAN: I appreciate your coming on such short notice. This is Mister Longdale, my late husband's attorney.
WELLES: Uh-huh, pleasure.
MRS CHRISTIAN: Apparently Mr. Longdale has something he feels he simply must say before you and I speak.
LONGDALE: Yes, I do have something to say. I insisted on being here as soon as I heard Mrs. Christian contacted you.
WELLES: I'm listening.
LONGDALE: As Mr. Christian's attorney and one of the executors of his estate, it concerns me that a meeting of this sort should take place without my being asked to attend.
WELLES: Of what sort?
LONGDALE: You are a private investigator?
WELLES: That's right.
LONGDALE: Well, whatever reasons Mrs. Christian has for engaging the services of a private investigator, I should certainly be a party too. But, since she feels differently, I can only go on the record as having expressed my adamant disapproval.
MRS CHRISTIAN: Yes, how theatrical. So you've gone on the record, and now perhaps you should just be gone.

DIRECTOR: What can I do for you, Mr. Welles?
WELLES: Call me Tom.
DIRECTOR: Alright, Tom.
WELLES: What I'd like, very simply, is access to your archive. And, now I understand this isn't something you normally do for private citizens.
DIRECTOR: There are reasons for the way we do things here.
WELLES: Absolutely. Of course I'll abide by whatever decision you make, but I'd appreciate if you'll hear me out. Few days ago, I was contacted by a couple living in Philadelphia, a doctor and his wife. What happened was they picked up a young girl hitchhiking off 81, which heads into Philadelphia. They started up a conversation with this girl, she looked homeless, seemed about eighteen maybe. They convinced her to let them buy her a meal in the city. Nice kid, mature, didn't have much to say, but they got a sense she's a runaway, so all through dinner the doctor's working on her, trying to convince her that at the very least she should pick up a telephone. Not surprisingly, she ate her food, excused herself... That's the last they saw of her. The reason they came to me for help, the reason I'm coming to you, is we had a friend of mine in the department work up a sketch... They want to see if I can identify this girl, somehow pass along a message to let the parents know the kid's alive, doing alright.