SOPHIE: I was right. It was like old times.
NATE: It was.
SOPHIE: Art theft, chases, dresses and tuxedos… I wish I got to see the real Ma Mystère.
NATE: Sterling might find it once he goes through Katrina’s files.
SOPHIE: I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you how I knew it was a fake. It’s just… it’s personal. But I really appreciate your faith. I treasure it.
NATE: You made a good point. I should trust you. I mean, I do trust you. I do. And… look, you and me…. we’re… me and you, we’re…. it’s just that…
NATE: That’s how I found you. Your shoes. When you left that day, you were wearing your fancy shoes. The high heels — they’re high enough for fashion, low enough to run in.
SOPHIE: You never looked at my feet.
NATE: Didn’t have to. They sound different on the wooden floor.
SOPHIE: You’re so clever. What about the party?
NATE: Well, I mean if you were wearing those shoes, it meant one thing — an event. Which meant catering. So I called all the high-end caterers and I found that there was one party — an art auction.