- [first lines]
- Jessica Fletcher: Hello. Welcome again to Cabot Cove. You know, seeing that little dog reminded me that I owe a letter to a very dear friend, Bill Boyle. I'm sure you know him. He used to play linebacker for one of those teams in the "black and blue division" of the NFL. For 35 years, football was all that Bill knew, and he did it very well until his knees let him down. Then, like so many talented athletes, he found himself jobless and with very limited prospects. I'm not sure how he fell into the private eye business, but the truth is, despite the $800 suits and the facade of success, Bill wasn't all that good at it. Of course, that was before he met Jack. Now, Jack was... But I'm getting ahead of myself.
- [last lines]
- Bill Boyle: [to Jack the dog] Now, listen. I don't want you to think this is gonna be permanent or anything, because it isn't. I mean, I'm a guy on the go. I haven't got time to nursemaid any stupid dog. You understand that, don't you? Okay, just as long as we've got that straight. So what about those other words? You gonna let me know what they are or just surprise me? Jack, attack... Kill... Sic 'em... Bubblegum... Yogi Bera... Hey, dummy, how long is this gonna take?
- Bill Boyle: [said to Johnny Wheeler] So how about you? Are you married yet, or do they still give you funny looks at the Y?