Look at me, Mr. Neff, I'm not crazy, I'm not hysterical, I'm not even crying. But I have...

Lola Dietrichson: Look at me, Mr. Neff, I'm not crazy, I'm not hysterical, I'm not even crying. But I have the awful feeling that something's wrong. And I had that same feeling once before, when my mother died. Walter Neff: When your mother died? Lola Dietrichson: We were at Lake Arrowhead. It was 6 years ago. We had a cabin there and it was very cold. My mother was very sick; she had pneumonia, there were just three of us there in the cabin. One night I got up and went into my mother's room. She was delirious with fever, all the bed covers were on the floor. The windows were wide open. The nurse wasn't in the room. I went and covered my mother up as quickly as I could. Just then I heard the door open behind me. The nurse stood there. She didn't say a word, but there was a look in her eye I'll never forget. Two days later my mother was dead. [growing anger] Lola Dietrichson: Do you know who that was nurse was? Walter Neff: No, who? Lola Dietrichson: Phyllis!