Heck, Officer, that was the first time I ever saw the customer high-pressure the salesman!...

California Charlie: [Marion is imagining various conversations between the people she believes will be looking for her] Heck, Officer, that was the first time I ever saw the customer high-pressure the salesman! Somebody chasin' her? Highway Patrol officer: I better have a look at those papers, Charlie. California Charlie: She look like the wrong-one to you? Highway Patrol officer: Acted like one. California Charlie: The only funny thing, she paid me seven hundred dollars in cash. Caroline: [Marion imagines another conversation] Yes, Mr. Lowery? George Lowery: Caroline? Marion still isn't in? Caroline: No, Mr. Lowery. But then, she's always a bit late on Monday mornings. George Lowery: Buzz me the minute she comes in. Then call her sister - if no one's answering at the house. Caroline: [Marion imagines the conversation later resuming] I called her sister, Mr. Lowery, where she works, - the Music Makers Music Store, you know, - and she doesn't know where Marion is any more than we do. George Lowery: You'd better run out to the house. She may be, well - unable to answer the phone. Caroline: Her sister's going to do that. She's as worried as we are. George Lowery: [Marion imagines Lowery speaking to her sister Lila] No, I haven't the faintest idea. As I said, I last saw your sister when she left the office on Friday. She said she didn't feel well and wanted to leave early; I said she could. That was the last I saw... Now wait a minute. I did see her sometime later, driving - Ah, I think you'd better come over here to my office - quick! Caroline, get Mr. Cassidy for me! [pause] George Lowery: [Marion imagines another conversation] After all, Cassidy, I told you - all that cash! I'm not taking the responsibility! Oh, for heaven's sake! A girl works for you for ten years, you trust her! All right. Yes. You better come over. Tom Cassidy: Well, I ain't about to kiss off forty thousand dollars! I'll get it back, and if any of it's missin' I'll replace it with her fine, soft flesh! I'll track her, never you doubt it! George Lowery: Oh, hold on, Cassidy! I-I still can't believe - it must be some kind of mystery. I-I can't... Tom Cassidy: You checked with the bank, no? They never laid eyes on her, no? You still trustin'? Hot creepers! She sat there while I dumped it out! Hardly even looked at it! Plannin'! And - even flirtin' with me!