Dave (returning from a trip to the Catskills): There's one thing I gotta tell ya. Those mountains were designed by Edgar Allan Poe. The snow was falling like it was his last chance and the wind was blowin' like it was goin' out of style. (dramatically to Daphne) And murder hung heavily over Oliver Percy's isolated hunting lodge.
Sandy: Did he find out who did it?
Dave: Yeah, the butler. Who else?