Helen: Where are you taking me?
Locke: I'm not telling, so just quit asking.
Helen: Can I be of any help?
Locke: Just read your obituaries and drink your coffee and I'll take care of everything.
Helen: Don't knock the obits, it's the nicest part of the paper. No one ever says anything mean about people once they're dead.
Locke: Mmm! And here I thought the funnies were the nicest part of the paper.