- Alexis Carrington Colby: [walking in on Sammy Jo at Delta Rho as she sits reading, barefoot and with legs stretched out] Well, well, Sammy Jo reading. And not a comic book. I'm impressed.
- [takes off her leather gloves]
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: [sighs] What are you doing here, Alexis?
- Alexis Carrington Colby: Oh, I came to visit my horses and to talk to you.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Well, why don't you go back to the stalls, because I don't want to talk to you.
- Alexis Carrington Colby: Tsk, tsk. Why not? Is it because you're being your usual snippety self, or - -?
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Or what?
- Alexis Carrington Colby: Or that you have something to hide about Auntie Krystle?
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: If I did, Alexis, you'd be the last person I'd tell.
- [gets up from the couch as if she doesn't want to]
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: So, if you'll just get out of here...
- [pads over to open the door for her, expecting of her to leave]
- Alexis Carrington Colby: [knowingly] Rita Lesley.
- [has a startling effect on Sammy Jo]
- Alexis Carrington Colby: Yes, Rita Lesley. Wasn't that the name of the actress who was impersonating Krystle?
- [turns around victoriously to face Sammy Jo]
- Alexis Carrington Colby: Hmm? And you were the one who discovered her, weren't you? In a New York bar on West 51st. Do you want me to remind you of the date?
- [Sammy Jo hurriedly closes the door, crossing her arms defensively, Alexis smiles sensing blood]
- Alexis Carrington Colby: Colbyco has a New York office, and we have an excellent private investigator there. Who brings me all sorts of fascinating information. Which is what I want from you right now. Unless of course you want me to go to the police with all of this.
- Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: [capitulating, suddenly meek] What is it that you want to know?