Murder, She Wrote, Season 3

Felix Casslaw:
This absolutely scruffy fellow comes off Fifth Avenue and into my gallery. I thought he'd been sleeping in Central Park.

Eleanor:
[Laughs] He probably came in to get out of the cold.

Felix:
Well, I'd already buzzed security when he had picked out six of Simon's seascapes and wrote me a check in seven figures.

Carol Selby:
I know! He found somebody's checkbook!

George Selby:
More likely mugged someone.

Felix:
Naturally, I don't waste time on people of that ilk. I'd already refused his check and had him hustled out.

Jessica:
Is it just instinct or is there a little twist to this story?

Felix:
Your instincts do not fail you, Jessica. The next morning, I just happened to be glancing at the Times, and there was this gentleman's picture. He was giving a rock concert at Madison Square Garden.

Simon Thane:
So you see, you can't always judge a man by his clothes.

Eleanor:
Seven figures. I feel a deep sense of loss, Felix.

Felix:
Not to mention my commission.