Remington Steele1982

[Laura and Remington have brought Veronica home]

Mickey Prentice:
Ronnie.

Veronica Kirk:
Oh!

Mickey Prentice:
Thank God you're all right...

Veronica Kirk:
Oh, it was the skull-faced reaper, Mick. I felt him at my shoulder, his razor scythe glinting in the moonlight, and his rancid breath hot on my neck.

Mickey Prentice:
I won't let him have you, Ronnie. I'll never let him have you.

Veronica Kirk:
Oh, such a dear fool you are. [touches Mickey's cheek] A dear, sweet fool.

[Mickey and Veronica walk towards the house]

Laura Holt:
A skull-faced reaper with hot rancid breath, eh?

Remington Steele:
Oh, a bit colorful perhaps but, then, drama was her life.

Laura Holt:
Still is.