Sheriff Mort Metzger: But who would want to go to all that trouble to win an election in Cabot Cove, for God's sakes? The job doesn't pay enough to buy hair curlers for a skinhead.
Jessica Fletcher: A-ha, Seth.
Dr. Seth Hazlitt: I'm feeling hearty this morning, Jess. What do you say we go for a mile and a quarter, huh?
Jessica Fletcher: Perfect, if we walk towards town. I have a haircut a Loretta's.
Dr. Seth Hazlitt: As long as I don't have to go inside.
Jessica Fletcher: I'll just get my purse.
Jessica Fletcher: Phyllis, did you give her directions that could have led her to the Bayside Cafe?
Phyllis Grant: Not unless her IQ is smaller than her bra size.
Dr. Seth Hazlitt: Well, safe for another two years. You know, maybe, Jess, next time you should run.
Jessica Fletcher: What for? I understand that Milton Overguard and his Boston cronies were last seen checking property at Amaquonsett Point.
Dr. Seth Hazlitt: Were they? Well, since there's nothing to do again, perhaps we've elected the right man for the job.
Jessica Fletcher: A-yup.