Morgan: You were perfect, Nora. For a moment there, I would've sworn you were at death's door.
Nora: What are you doing in here? Do you want to spoil everything?
Morgan: Don't worry, nobody saw me. My room's just down the hall.
Nora: You oughta know better than to underestimate Judd Nichols by this time.
Morgan: He's over at the saloon. I had to talk to you.
Nora: If he even suspects we know each other, everything I have planned will go down the drain.