Nicole Wallace: Hello Bobby. I would call you Detective Goren but given your press coverage lately you'd probably want a low profile. Keep your hands on deck. We don't want you playing with your pistol under the table. (chuckles)
Robert Goren: Nicole Wallace.
Nicole Wallace: Hitchens. Same as it was and always will be.
Robert Goren: Yeah, I thought we cleared all that up. Your identity, your pathology.
Nicole Wallace: Oh, right, your little theory. But like many of your theories lately, it wouldn't butter your parsnips. What will they do with you, Bobby? Do you think they might find a nice tunnel for you to guard? (chuckles) Well you know there is a bright side. I mean you have more time to spend up at Carmel Ridge.
Robert Goren: Oh you're just hitting all the marks I was right about you, Nicole.
Nicole Wallace: Elizabeth, and you were wrong about me. Just like you were wrong about Dr. Croydon. Read the papers, detective. Your insights have no currency anymore.
Robert Goren: Is that what this is about?
Nicole Wallace: Do you remember what you said about Moby Dick and the unrelenting pursuit of evil? I know why you were unrelenting about Dr. Croydon. I know what it was about him that stuck to your hide like a harpoon. (gets up to leave) He ran out on his poor sick wife? (leans in closer to Goren) Cheers, Bobby. This was everything I'd hoped for.