"Well, why should I?"
"I don't know. I'd think you'd say something about it."
"Now, listen, Dick—I'm not some suspect you're grilling. What's the matter with you, anyway?"
"It just strikes me as funny that Wilcox should drop in here and you shouldn't say one word about it, that's all."
"Well, I like that." She folded her arms. "You're getting to be so much of a cop you're starting to be suspicious of your own wife."
"Now, you know it's not that at all."
"What else is it? Dick, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of this whole stupid business you're in. The first time we get a few minutes alone together you start giving me the third degree. I won't stand for it, that's all!"
"Now, baby," he said and took a step toward her.
The deeper tone of the viewer sounded.