Robert Clayton Dean: Steve? I thought you said his name was Bill.
Brill: No, *you're* Bill!
Robert Clayton Dean: If I'm Bill, you're going to have to let me *know* that I'm Bill!
Brill: I just did.
[Watching a surveillance tape with Congressman Albert having sex with his female assistant]
Brill: I think you're a little young to watch this part.
Robert Clayton Dean: Yeah, so's she.
Carla Dean: Hello?
Robert Clayton Dean: [calling from a payphone] Carla, don't hang up.
Carla Dean: Robert, you know what I'm looking at? Pictures of you and Rachel taken today.
Robert Clayton Dean: Where did you get those photographs?
Carla Dean: My messager Robert, my messager.
Robert Clayton Dean: Listen honey, I think something's going on and I'm...
Carla Dean: Robert, I went to the store today, and my money and credit cards didn't work. I couldn't buy food.
Robert Clayton Dean: [looking at Brill, who mouths "Fuck you" to Robert] Yeah, mine too. I gotta go.
Carla Dean: What do you
mean you gotta go?
Robert Clayton Dean: I, I gotta go.
[hangs up]