- Colonel Mustard: Calm down. All she said was "liaison."
- Miss Scarlett: For God's sake, Mike, I don't know how, but that medium knows about us. And the way she's carrying on, Elizabeth is gonna find out.
- Colonel Mustard: So?
- Miss Scarlett: Mike, Miss Terry has to be stopped. If you don't do something...
- Colonel Mustard: Yes, I killed the obnoxious charlatan. Or was she a charlatan? The vicar and I were working our little pocket money scam with the help of a few hidden tape recorders and some high-tech imagination. Miss Terry threatened to expose us. But in the end, it was her revelations about Vivienne and I that signed her own death warrant. I couldn't allow her to upset Elizabeth now, could I? I found the dagger quite by accident. It was just lying there, offering itself to me. And then I found Miss Terry, like the proverbial sacrificial lamb, sitting quietly behind the billiard room door. She was in a deep meditation. She didn't even hear the gunshot. It seemed as though she was in another world. And now, she is. Let's just call it divine intervention. You see, I managed to achieve what the vicar said he'd do. I rid the house of a demon.