Narrator: No-one spoke at the funeral, and Father Petersen’s leg had not yet mended, but it was agreed among them that Royal would have found the event to be most satisfactory.

Narrator: Among the few possessions he left to his heirs was a set of Encyclopedia Britannica in storage at the Lindbergh Palace Hotel under the names Ari and Uzi Tenenbaum.

Narrator: Royal had a heart attack at the age of 68. Chas rode with him in the ambulance, and was the only witness to his father’s death.

Eli: Did I hit the dog?
Chas: Yeah.
Eli: Is he dead?
Chas: Yeah.
Eli: I need help.
Chas: So do I.

Royal: I love you, Etheline. Congratulations both you. I didn’t think so much of him at first. But now I get it, he’s everything that I’m not.

Eli: I wish you’d’ve done this for me when I was a kid.
Richie: But you didn’t have a drug problem then.
Eli: Yeah, but it still would’ve meant a lot to me.

Margot: Why’d you do it? Because of me?
Richie: Yeah, but it’s not your fault.
Margot: You’re not going to do it again, are you?
Richie: I doubt it.

Ritchie: I have to tell you something. I love you.
Margot: I love you too.

Raleigh: You made a cuckold of me.
Margot: I know.
Raleigh: Many times over.
Margot: So sorry.

Richie: I wrote a suicide note.
Chas: You did?
Richie: Yeah, right after I regained conciousness.
Chas: Well what does it say? Is it dark?
Richie: Of course it’s dark, it’s a suicide note.
Chas: Can I read it?
Richie: No.
Chas: Well could you at least summarize it for us?

Richie: I’m going to kill myself tomorrow.