Ten Little Indians (1965)
Judge Arthur Cannon: I find it a singular lapse of manners - a house party, and the host the last to arrive!
Mike Raven: It happens.
Judge Arthur Cannon: Not to me, young man.
Ilona Bergen: How utterly marvelous! You all came to a house party without knowing your host!
Hugh Lombard: Well, what about you, Miss Bergen?
Ilona Bergen: Darling, it happens to me all the time!
Det. William Henry Blore: Now come the alibis! What's yours, doctor?
Dr. Edward Armstrong: I resent that, Blore! I am a professional man!
Judge Arthur Cannon: My dear doctor, that proves less than nothing. Doctors have gone mad before. Judges have gone mad. So have policemen, and, if I may say so,
[smiling at Ilona]
Judge Arthur Cannon: even actresses.
Ilona Bergen: Frequently. In fact, some say the sane ones are in the minority.
Mike Raven: [At the dinner table] Now how does that old song go?
General Mandrake: My dear sir, what old song?
Mike Raven: Well, you know sir, uh, the old nursery rhyme "The ten little Indians. There's a copy of the rhyme hanging on the wall in my room upstairs.
Hugh Lombard: That's funny. There's a copy in my room, too.
Ann Clyde: And mine.
Mike Raven: Well then, who's with it? Who's got the first line?
Ann Clyde: Ten little Indians went out to dine, / One choked his little self, and then there were nine.
Mike Raven: That's it. Strictly nurseryville. Then what happened?
Ilona Bergen: Nine little Indians, staying up quite late, / One went away, and then there were eight.
Ann Clyde: There's a copy of the song on the piano in the lounge, too. Mr. Owen seems very interested in little Indians.
Mike Raven: [Scene moves to the lounge] Eight little Indians travelin' to Heaven, / One met a pussycat, then there were seven. / / Seven little Indians choppin' up sticks, / The chopper finished one of them, and then there were six. / / Six little Indians playin' with the hive, / A bumblebee stung one, and then there were five. / / Five little Indians goin' in for law, / One got Chancery and then there were four. / / Four little Indians feelin' all at sea, / A red herring swallowed one, and then there were three. / / Three little Indians walkin' in the zoo, / A big bear hugged one, then there were two. / / Two little Indians sittin' in the sun, / One gets all frizzled up, then there was one.
Ilona Bergen: [General Mandrake slams something on the table] It's alright, General. He's down to his last little Indian.
Mike Raven: One little Indian boy left all alone, /
[holding his finger to his lips]
Mike Raven: Shh... / So he went out and hanged himself, and then there were none.
General Mandrake: And now, sir, will you be good enough to cease that infernal noise?
Mike Raven: My public - bless them!
General Mandrake: Wonderful.
General Mandrake: [as they are standing/kneeling over a lifeless body] The fellow's intoxicated.
Ilona Bergen: He's dead drunk!
Dr. Edward Armstrong: No, Miss Bergen. Not drunk. Just dead.
Hugh Lombard: In the first place, I don't want to get killed. In the second place, I sure as hell don't want to get bumped off for someone else!
Ann Clyde: I'm Ann Clyde, Mrs. Owen's new secretary. I expect she's told you?
Frau Grohmann: No, miss. We haven't been told anything. We did not know we were to expect to be caring for such a large house with so many guests.
Ilona Bergen: That is hardly of our concern. Ann, shall we join the others?
Frau Grohmann: Bitch.
Ilona Bergen: I trust I'll be in trouble with her ladyship before the weekend is out.