Steve: Sam, I feel compelled to remind you that your theories are contradictory and don't make any form of sense whatsoever in regard to motive.
Sam: Well, as some poor schlub lawyer who toiled in poverty for Uncle Sam for cut-rate wages, I don't expect you to understand how being rich works. I, however, married into money, and if there's one thing it taught me, it's that you can never have too much money. At any rate, I have exhausted my ability to give a damn about this whole murder thing. I'm going home to hang out with my celebrity friends.
Steve: Before you do, would you mind opening your briefcase again? Apparently my prosthetic legs disappear when there's nothing to hide them behind.
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