You are changing my simple little mystery into something unforgivably crass.

No, I'm turning your dull, little book into an all-time hit picture.

What do I know about the picture? It's a high school horror film with sexy dances.

You cut out every line that required acting skills, so you could get your little playmate on the screen.

I know. Wanna go skinny-dipping in the ocean?

- I used to live at the beach house. - Do you have any questions about the scene?

- We make love. - This is a murder investigation.

Norman! Stop that man! Stop him!

[Seagulls Screeching]

[Chair Creaking]

I've decided to go back to the bayonet. It's a lot cleaner.

[Ethan] How's that? Oh, I was just talking to myself. Nothing.

[Clattering]

Ethan. Ethan! I'm sorry. I'm trying to write.

That's all right. You're not disturbing me.

Well, I'm glad to hear it. [Chuckles]

I don't suppose there's a quieter way of doing it?

No way that I know of.

[Clattering]

[Phone Ringing] Oh.