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: I got rid of all those reporters. Nick Charles
: What did you tell them? Nora Charles
: We're out of scotch. Nick Charles
: What a gruesome idea.
: What's the idea of the kid? Nick Charles
: Well, we have a dog, and he was lonesome. That was the idea, wasn't it, Mummy?
Policeman with flashlight
: We're going to have to shoot that mutt. We'll never find him like this. Nick Charles
: Wait a minute. He's not going to come running up to a lot of strange men with lights. What do you think he is? A moth?
: How did you find me here? Nick Charles
: I saw a great group of men standing around a table. I knew there was only one woman in the world who could attract men like that. A woman with a lot of money.
: [Reading phone messages
] Here's another one of those "Call Long Island Operator #15." Don't you think you ought to call her? Nick Charles
: Certainly not; she knows better than that! I told her I was bringing the wife along this time. Nora Charles
: I don't know why I always take it for granted that you're kidding.
: Nick sent me up the river. Nora Charles
: It's nice you don't feel bad about it. 'Creeps' Binder
: Why should I? Gee! It took a genius to outsmart me. Nick Charles
: You wanna touch me? Nora Charles
: Really, Creeps, you shouldn't run him down like that.
: He wants a lot of money. And when you won't give it to him, he says you won't be pigheaded, because he dreamed twice about your dying. And the third time he dreams things, they come true. Now, what do you think? Nick Charles
: I wouldn't think I have to hurry up my dying on his account.
: You won't be alone long. Wait till the news of your 5 millions hits the front pages. You'll find you've got relatives all over the world.
] Nick Charles
: Let's sit down. Nora Charles
: Sit down? What for? Nick Charles
: Just to get a little rest after our quiet weekend in the country.
: I'm not walking out, I'm running out... During this quiet little weekend in the country, my family's been threatened, I've had a knife thrown at me, I've been shot at, and I've been suspected of murder... I'm going back to New York!
[to their waiter
] Nick Charles
: Two Bacardis. Nora Charles
: The same.