....Look. You obviously know a lot more about this than you're letting on. You know too much about me, about Mr. Armando, about my life--just. There's no way.

[She takes a second and breathes, gathering her thoughts.]

You look exactly like him. You sound exactly like him. Stars, you smell like him.

[She gives him her best Strike Fear In The Hearts of Evil glare.]

You know exactly what I'm insinuating, Mr. Armando.