(crickets chirping) (wild birds calling) - I can see it, Jerry.
- He followed me.
(honk) Infuriating.
- That's what you said about most of them.
Scorpions don't follow people home.
- I have nobody.
I feel like a dog without an owner.
- You are a terrific young woman, Margot.
You don't need someone to own you.
- Thank you, Lonely spinster.
- I am neither.
I'm a busy widow.
- Ugh even worse.
- Look at this letter.
(dog yelps) Ahh!
(thud) (groans) I think I heard a crack!
(yelping) Endless soddy animals!
I've broken my leg!
- It's unlikely, darling.
I just wrote to my aunt that we're all happy.
(groans) Where's Leslie?
- I'll show you.
- Argh!
(thud) (hurt man whimpers) (giggling) (mumbling) (giggling) - Life hasn't showered Leslie with gifts.
He's allowed a girlfriend.
(mumbling) - Oh, that's Daphne.
- Hello Dap-- - No!
It's not her.
He's got three girls.
(groans) I found these in his secret nook.
He's made the mistake of photographing his victims.
- So, what do you expect me to do about it?
- I don't know.
(sighs) (crickets chirping)
