[as Harry confronts her at her poolside, after Delly's death]
So I'm not grief-stricken. What does that make me? [drunkenly] You know, Delly isn't the only kid who ever had it rough. [sighs] When I was her age... I was down on my knees to half the men in this town. I'm sorry the poor little bitch is dead. And when the time comes, I'll cry for her... but you won't be around to see it, Mr. Smart-Ass-Moseby. So... Out... OUT! [drunkenly waves him away]
