Betty Schaefer: I think you should throw out all that psychological mess - exploring the killer's sick mind.Joe Gillis: Psychopaths sell like hotcakes!
Joe Gillis: May I say that you smell really special?Betty Schaefer: It must be my new shampoo.Joe Gillis: That's no shampoo. It's more like freshly-laundered linen handkerchiefs, like a brand new automobile. How old are you anyway?Betty Schaefer: Twenty-two.Joe Gillis: Smart girl. Nothing like being twenty-two.
Come think of it, the whole place seemed to have been stricken with the kind of creeping paralysis... out of beat with the rest of the world... crumbling apart in slow motion. There was a tennis court... or rather the ghost of a tennis court... with faded markings and a sagging net... And of course she had a pool. Who didn't then? Mabel Norman and John Gilbert must have swum in it ten thousand midnights ago... It was empty now. Or was it?
Sagittarius! I like Sagittarians - you can trust them.