Sammy Jo Dean Carrington:  My maid said you phoned , but you said you were n't gon na be here till _ three _ .
Amanda Bedford Carrington: Well , I hope I 'm not interrupting your snack or your big business dealings .
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: What is it , Amanda ?
Amanda Bedford Carrington: I do n't appreciate your telling Clay Fallmont about what happened to me .
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: The pills . I 'm sorry , Amanda . I should n't have opened my mouth .
Amanda Bedford Carrington: You damned well know it .
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: I said , I 'm sorry .
Amanda Bedford Carrington: Well , from what I 've heard , Sammy Jo , there 's a big risk in believing anything you say . Just let me make it clear . What I do with my life is my personal business .
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Oh , could that personal business be a good - looking guy named Clay Fallmont ? Tell me something , Amanda . Would you have come here at all if I had told some Joe Doe about what happened and not Clay ? That 's what 's bothering you , is n't it ? I just told the wrong guy .
Amanda Bedford Carrington: Clay Fallmont has absolutely nothing to do with this .
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Look , I might have been born dirt - poor , but it seems like a senator 's son prefers me over born - rich types like you , so I 'm riding high , Amanda .
Amanda Bedford Carrington: Or heading for a fall , Sammy Jo .
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Look , I 've got work to do , so there 's the door . I 'd like to speak to Clay Fallmont , please .