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Mona Ramsey
- [Mona opens Michael's door to find him in bed with Jon]
- Mona Ramsay: Hi, I'm Nancy Drew. You must be the Hardy Boys.
- Mrs. Madrigal: He's a sweet boy, Mona. I approve of him wholeheartedly.
- Mona Ramsay: You make it sound like we're married or something.
- Mrs. Madrigal: There are all kinds of marriages, dear.
- Mona Ramsay: I don't think you understand the trip with me and Michael.
- Mrs. Madrigal: Mona, lots of things are more binding than sex. They last longer too.
- Mona Ramsay: Michael, I think D'orothea has a drug problem.
- Michael: What makes you think that?
- Mona Ramsay: Yesterday I was in her study on the phone calling information trying to get her parents phone number and home address in Oakland when I found a horde of these totally unidentifiable capsules in her desk drawer while I was looking for a pen to write down her parents address. And later when I asked her about the pills, she started acting really... jumpy.
- Michael: Has she been acting jumpy otherwise?
- Mona Ramsay: Well... no, not exactly.
- Michael: Then it's probably nothing. Relax.
- Mona Ramsay: I can't. I'm saving my last Quaalude for Christmas Eve.
- Mona Ramsay: Mouse. Jesus. I figured you got kidnapped by the CIA.
- Michael: Long time, huh?
- Mona Ramsay: Three months.
- Michael: Yeah, that's about my average.
- Mona Ramsay: Oh, you got the shaft?
- Michael: Well, we parted amiably enough. He was terribly civilized about it and I sat in Lafayette Park and cried all morning. Yeah, I got the shaft.