- Bill Harkness: [returns to car after dumping a dead body onto a moving train] He stayed on, caught on the catwalk or whatever it is, but his hat came off.
- Helen Ferguson: Don't.
- Patrice Harkness: [to Helen] Now that we're not strangers anymore, I think you ought to know our names. He's Harkness Hugh, and I'm Harkness Patrice. "Harkness": that's a funny name, isn't it.
- Hugh Harkness: Oh, I'm just trying you out for it. I haven't decided yet whether I'll let you keep it or not.
- Patrice Harkness: [they all laugh after the statement] It's mine now. I haven't decided whether I'll let you keep it or not.
- [last lines]
- Helen Ferguson: [voice over] The house we live in is so beautiful. What stood between us is gone now. Whatever comes... we can face together.
- Bill Harkness: [to Helen after hanging up the phone] The police.
- Helen Ferguson: Are they coming here now?
- Bill Harkness: [nodding affirmatively] In a few minutes.
- Helen Ferguson: Did they say...
- Bill Harkness: ...which one of us they want?
- Bill Harkness: [shaking his head side to side] No.
- [first lines]
- Helen Ferguson: [voice over] Summer nights are pleasant in Caulfield. They smell of heliotrope and jasmine, honeysuckle and clover. The breeze that stirs the curtains are soft and gentle. There's the hush... the stillness of perfect peace and security. Oh, yes, the summer nights are pleasant in Caulfield, but not for us. Not for us.