[Frankie Drake shows Trudy Clarke office space in an old warehouse]
Trudy Clarke: So you gonna tell me what we're doing here or do I have to guess?
Frankie Drake: [opens the office front door and scrawls "Drake Private Detectives" with her finger on its dusty window] Well, you are out of a job and I'm out of a job.
Trudy Clarke: Please don't say you want me to clean up this dusty old warehouse.
Frankie Drake: I'm thinking about opening my own private detective agency.
Trudy Clarke: [smiling] That is a great idea! This town could use a woman like you.
Frankie Drake: You mean "like us."
Trudy Clarke: I don't understand.
Frankie Drake: Well, you said that you never met anyone like me before. Well, I've never met anyone like you; you're quick on your feet, you know how to handle yourself in a crisis, and your mother makes a mean rhubarb tart. So what do you say? Are you in?
Trudy Clarke: [smiles and shakes hands with Frankie] Private detectives! I'm in!
Trudy Clarke: [frowning as they exit] How am I gonna explain this to my mother?