Jeff's father is dead and his mother is in a nursing home.
Get Jeff's expense reports, will you?
"Hi," he said, "That there's Mrs. Byrne, Jeff's wife."
We're all sorry as hell Jeff's gone.
Detective Hunter asked me what I wanted to do about Jeff's things.
World Wide will take care of the company car, but Jeff's luggage—his clothes and stuff—could you possibly bring them back?
If the court thinks there's any possibility Jeff's alive, I'd have to wait years and years.
They told me if Jeff's body wasn't found the first couple of weeks, it had probably washed out to sea and would maybe never be located.
Then she said, "If you believe there's a chance Jeff's alive you'd have to consider I might be a part of it."
If you had admitted your suspicions early on that Jeff's death might not have been an accident, perhaps we could have worked together and gotten to the bottom of the whole business before you almost got us both killed.
I never wanted to listen to the details of Jeff's death.