Murder by Death (1976)
Dora Charleston: Thank you. You are?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Bensonmum.
Dora Charleston: Thank you, Benson.
Jamesir Bensonmum: No, no, no, no, no... Bensonmum. My name is Bensonmum.
Dick Charleston: Bensonmum?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Yes, sir. Jamesir Bensonmum.
Dick Charleston: Jamesir?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Yes, sir.
Dick Charleston: Jamesir Bensonmum?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Yes, sir.
Dick Charleston: How odd.
Jamesir Bensonmum: My father's name, sir.
Dick Charleston: What was your father's name?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Howard. Howard Bensonmum.
Dick Charleston: Your father was Howard Bensonmum?
Dora Charleston: Leave it be, Dickie. I've had enough.
Sam Diamond: Locked, from the inside. That can only mean one thing. And I don't know what it is.
Sam Diamond: The last time that I trusted a dame was in Paris in 1940. She said she was going out to get a bottle of wine. Two hours later, the Germans marched into France.
Willie Wang: Who do you think is the murderer?
Sidney Wang: Must sleep on it. Will know in morning when wake up.
Willie Wang: But what if you don't wake up?
Sidney Wang: Then YOU did it.
Lionel Twain: I'm the greatest, I'm number one!
Sam Diamond: To me, you look like number two, know what I mean?
Dora Charleston: What DOES he mean, Miss Skeffington?
Tess Skeffington: I'll tell you later. It's disgusting.
Lionel Twain: You've tricked and fooled your readers for years. You've tortured us all with surprise endings that made no sense. You've introduced characters in the last five pages that were never in the book before. You've withheld clues and information that made it impossible for us to guess who did it. But now, the tables are turned. Millions of angry mystery readers are now getting their revenge. When the world learns I've outsmarted you, they'll be selling your $1.95 books for twelve cents.
Dick Charleston: Up there, Dora, look - a blind butler.
Dora Charleston: Don't let him park the car, Dickie.
Willie Wang: [as they are about to leave Twain Manor] ... I don't get something, Pop: WAS there a murder, or WASN'T there?
Sidney Wang: Yes: Killed good weekend. Drive, please.
Dick Charleston: Be careful on this road. It's treacherous.
Sidney Wang: Treacherous road like fresh mushroom. Must always...
[son drives car away from Charleston]
Sidney Wang: Idiot! Not finish mushroom story! Idiot!
Lionel Twain: How do I look so young? Quite simple. A complete vegetable diet, twelve hours sleep a night, and *lots* and *lots* of makeup.
Sidney Wang: Did you see that?
Willie Wang: No.
Sidney Wang: Neither did I.
Jamesir Bensonmum: Tell me, as the only survivor, how did you deduce it was me?
Sidney Wang: Went back to theory seldom used today: Butler did it.
Milo Perrier: He's gone!
Jessica Marbles: Who's gone?
Milo Perrier: The butler. Here's the key.
Sidney Wang: If butler gone, where you find key?
Milo Perrier: In his pocket.
Jessica Marbles: What pocket?
Milo Perrier: The butler's pocket.
Sidney Wang: Butler gone but pocket still there?
Tess Skeffington: Twain picked up Sam in a gay bar.
Sam Diamond: I was working on a case! Working.
Tess Skeffington: Every night for six months?
Sam Diamond: I got 50 bucks a day in expenses. I had dem queeries.
Tess Skeffington: Twain had Polaroid pictures of Sam in drag.
Sam Diamond: I was in disguise. Lots fo dames go in those joints. I never kissed nobody.
Sidney Wang: What meaning of this, Mr. Twain?
Lionel Twain: I will tell you, Mr. Wang, if YOU can tell ME why a man who possesses one of the most brilliant minds of this century can't say his *prepositions* or *articles!* "What IS THE," Mr. Wang! "What IS THE meaning of this?"
Sidney Wang: That what I said! "What meaning of this?"
Willie Wang: Why do I do all the dirty work, Pop?
Sidney Wang: 'Cause your mother not here to do it.
Lionel Twain: That drives me crazy!
Sam Diamond: Sounds like a short ride to me.
[a bomb is about to explode]
Sam Diamond: I've got an idea! I don't know if it will work but I've got to try. Turn around!
Tess Skeffington: I've turned, Sam.
Sam Diamond: Whatever you do, don't turn around until I say so.
Tess Skeffington: [turns around] But Sam...
Sam Diamond: I SAID TURN AROUND!
Tess Skeffington: Yes, Sam.
Sam Diamond: Good! Cause... I think... I'm gonna cry.
Dick Charleston: Another diversion. He gives us meaningless clues to confuse us, dangles red herrings before our eyes, bedazzles us with bizarre banalities, while all the time precious seconds are ticking away towards a truly terrible murder still to come.
Sam Diamond: You're good, Charleston. You're not my kind of cop, but you're smart and you smell good. You're not a pansy, I know that, but what the hell are ya?
Dick Charleston: Classy, I suppose.
Jessica Marbles: Good God, gas!
Miss Withers: I'm sorry. I can't help it, I'm old.
Jessica Marbles: No, no the other kind of gas. The kind that kills!
Miss Withers: Sometimes my gas...
Dick Charleston: [after noticing that he is incorrectly seated next to his own wife, Charleston asks to switch places with Wang. An instant after they both stand up, two rapiers fall from the ceiling to bury themselves in the gentlemen's chairs] ... Just as I thought: another test that could have cost us our lives, saved only by the fact that I am ENORMOUSLY well-bred.
Sam Diamond: ...Lucky it wasn't me, or I'd be chopped liver by now.
Inspector Milo Perrier: Everything here has been rented for tonight. The butler, the cook, the food, the dining room chairs, everything!
Jessica Marbles: You mean...
Inspector Milo Perrier: Yes. This entire murder has been... catered.
Sidney Wang: It is late, and my eyes are getting tired.
Sam Diamond: I thought they always looked like that.
Jessica Marbles: Knock it off, Sam!
Sam Diamond: I apologize. This case is getting to me. I'm sorry, Slanty.
Sidney Wang: Um... thank you.
Marcel: Something isn't right in all of this, eh. I can feel it in my buns.
Inspector Milo Perrier: Your what?
Marcel: My buns.
Inspector Milo Perrier: Buns? Your buns? You bought buns and you didn't tell me? Where are they? Where are the buns?
Marcel: Oh! No, monsieur. The BONES in my body.
Inspector Milo Perrier: You should not speak with an accent when you know I am so hungry.
Willie Wang: Here's the bridge, Pop. Doesn't look safe to me.
Sidney Wang: One way to find out. Drive across.
[gets out of car]
Willie Wang: Aren't you gonna come with me?
Sidney Wang: Weight of two men may be too much for bridge.
Willie Wang: Then why do I get to drive the car?
Sidney Wang: 'Cause I smart enough to get out first.
Sam Diamond: I never did nothin' to a man that I wouldn't do to a woman.
Tess Skeffington: He was arrested in 1932 in Chicago for selling pornographic Bibles. The D.A. couldn't make the charge stick when the church refused to turn over the Bibles.
Sidney Wang: Room filled with empty people.
Sidney Wang: Oh, there, voice come from cow on wall...
Lionel Twain: [from moose head] Moose, moose, you imbecile!
Sam Diamond: Wouldn't you know, out of gas.
Tess Skeffington: I saw a station about five miles back, Sam.
Sam Diamond: [hands her a gas can] I want you to know I'm gonna be waitin' for ya, baby.
Tess Skeffington: He was very good to me. He would take me to the circus and give me candy. We stopped going when I was about twenty-six. I'm sorry, Sam.
Sam Diamond: Twenty-six? What the hell kind of a circus was it?
Doctor Watson: [cutting-room floor-scene on the foggy road, near the movie's end; as the Wangs are departing from Twain Manor, they pass a vintage car heading up TO the Manor. The other car is driven by Holmes and Watson] ... I say, old boy! Could you possibly give us directions to - Hello, it's Mr. Sidney Wang!
Sherlock Holmes: [smoking his famous pipe] Greetings, Mr. Wang.
Sidney Wang: Ah, greetings to you as well! You have something to ask, I believe. Directions to where?
Doctor Watson: Ah, yes! We've been "cordially invited to dinner and a murder," by a Mr. Lionel Twain.
Willie Wang: *Lionel Twain?* Listen, you guys don't wanna...!
Sidney Wang: [cutting him off] Never mind him, please. Here - you go up this road, past bridge to "22 Twain." No can miss it.
Doctor Watson: Ever so much obliged. Good day, then!
[he and Holmes drive off]
Willie Wang: I don't get it, Pop! Why didn't you just tell them it was all a ripoff?
Sidney Wang: Ah, let idiots find out for themselves! Drive, please.
Dora Charleston: Is he dead?
Sam Diamond: With a thing like that in his back, in the long run, he's better off.
Jamesir Bensonmum: Ten people for dinner... and i'm serving them hot nothing. You can't get good help today. You're fired! Do you understand? Fired! I want you out, do you hear? out!... and STAY out!
Sam Diamond: You say you know who's going to get it?
Lionel Twain: Intimately.
Inspector Milo Perrier: And you know how the crime is to be committed?
Lionel Twain: Definitely.
Sidney Wang: And exactly what time murder to take place?
Lionel Twain: *The* murder. Precisely.
Dora Charleston: Well, I know it's none of my business, but doesn't that mean that you're the murderer, Mr. Twain?
Tess Skeffington: I'm scared, Sam. Hold me.
Sam Diamond: Hold yourself. I'm busy.
Sam Diamond: I'll be around if you need me. All you gotta do is whistle, and you know how to whistle, don't ya, baby?
Tess Skeffington: Certainly. What do you mean? I don't understand you...
Sam Diamond: All right, never mind. Forget it. You ruined it.
Dora Charleston: I don't understand. Why would anybody want to steal a dead, naked body?
Dick Charleston: Well, dear, there are people who, um...
[whispers rest into her ear]
Dora Charleston: Oh, that's tacky! That's REALLY tacky!
Sidney Wang: Answer simple, but question very hard.
[Playing a game of deduction]
Sidney Wang: And you Mr. Charleston, did not approve of Mrs. Charleston dying her hair blond?
Dick Charleston: What do you mean?
Sidney Wang: Mrs. Charleston's hair red. You have blond hairs on shoulder. This means she has dyed red hair blond, then back again to red, or else you have been... So sorry, Wang is wrong.
Inspector Milo Perrier: Since we cannot call for a doctor, I will need a cold compress for my chaffeur, and a cup of hot chocolate for me, n'est-ce pas?
Jamesir Bensonmum: I don't think we have any Nespa, sir. Just Hershey's.
Dora Charleston: Where's my Dickie?
[everyone stares at her]
Dora Charleston: Sorry. Where's my husband?
Sidney Wang: Someone just put deadly snake in room. Wake me when it come near bed.
Dick Charleston: Now let's see what we have here. We have one missing, dead, naked butler, one host with a butcher's knife in his back, and one poisonous scorpion crawling up our sheets.
Dora Charleston: Is that what that is?
Dick Charleston: Yes. They can kill instantly. I suggest we don't move.
Dora Charleston: For how long?
Dick Charleston: Quite possibly for the rest of our lives.
Marcel: I will tell everyone that you wear a toupee.
Inspector Milo Perrier: They already know!
Marcel: Then why do you wear it?
Inspector Milo Perrier: I didn't know that you knew.
Milo Perrier: No, no, it's all right. My wine is not poisoned. It was just a bad year.
Milo Perrier: I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a BELGIE!
Willie Wang: [driving across rickety bridge] I don't think I'm gonna make it, Pop. It's gonna collapse.
Sidney Wang: Don't worry. Father find other way to house.
Sam Diamond: I was in disguise in disguise in disguise. You work hard for fifty bucks a day in this racket.
Milo Perrier: [after the lights have gone out in Twain's dining room] Be quiet everyone! I smell something! It's - Good God! - FRANKS AND BEANS!
Jamesir Bensonmum: I'm afraid that's all we have, sir.
Jessica Marbles: I'm not one to use hyperbole, ladies and gentlemen but I'll tell you this, for the first time in my life I had the caca scared out of me!
Dora Charleston: Dickie, I like her. I really like her!
Sidney Wang: Someone gone great trouble to make welcome guests not so welcome. Ring bell, please.
Willie Wang: Are you nuts, Pop? Someone's tryin' to KILL us!
Sidney Wang: Yes! Should make exciting weekend. Ring, please.
Willie Wang: [sullen] I sure wish it was Monday morning.
Sam Diamond: I get fifty dollars a day plus expenses when I can get 'em, gentlemen. And I owe Miss Skeffington here three years and two month's back pay. Isn't that right, angel?
Tess Skeffington: I don't care about the money, Sam.
Sam Diamond: Neither do I.
Dick Charleston: [Cutting-room floor-scene of the Charlestons driving through heavy fog to Twain Manor] ... You know something, darling? I smell crime in the air.
Dora Charleston: I'm not surprised. You just ran over a small animal.
Dick Charleston: Did I? Oh, sorry about that... LOOK OUT!
[he slams on the brakes to avoid hitting Tess]
Dick Charleston: ... Hello out there! Are you hurt?
Tess Skeffington: [exhausted from walking] ... Oh, I'm fine - I just hiked five miles back this way from the gas station. Thank Heavens you saw me when you did.
Dick Charleston: Oh yes, I wouldn't want blood on my hands twice in one night. Well, keep to the side of the road.
[he drives off, leaving Tess standing there!]
Willie Wang: [DELETED SCENE, RESTORED FOR TELEVISION - Willie rejoins the others after covering up Twain's body] ... I can't believe you missed it, Pop. The world's five greatest living detectives, and not one of you noticed that *Twain was clutching a note in his hand!*
Sidney Wang: Give it to me.
Willie Wang: Oh, no; it's mine.
Milo Perrier: Oh, give it to your father, you idiot!
Willie Wang: [gloating] "Idiot?" We'll see who's the idiot, Mr. Perrier! The $1 million goes to whoever solves the crime, and that could be me just as easily as you! I've got more brains than my father gives me credit for! "#3 Adopted Son?" I'm sick and tired of being just your #3 Adopted Son. I'm *Willie Wang, Young Detective!* This clue belongs to me, and nobody's getting it from me, you understand? Nobody...!
Sam Diamond: [with his gun leveled at Willie's head] Better stand back, Tess. I don't want you to get hurt when the bullet comes out his other ear.
[takes the note and reads]
Sam Diamond: "Please call dairy and cancel future deliveries of milk; Lionel Twain deceased."
[hands back the note]
Sam Diamond: So much for your clue, kid.
Willie Wang: [very sheepish] Uhm... Sorry about that, Dad.
[Hearing a knock at the door]
Dora Charleston: Oh, that's probably the cook. Come in!
Dick Charleston: Darling, the poor woman is stone deaf.
Dora Charleston: I'm sorry, I forgot. COME IN!
Dick Charleston: [hanging up telephone] Sounded as though somebody snipped the wire.
Dora Charleston: Really? What did it sound like?
Dick Charleston: Snip.
Sidney Wang: Big house like man married to fat woman: hard to get around.
Jamesir Bensonmum: May I get your bags, sir?
Sidney Wang: Oh, no, no. Son will get bags. That is why I adopted him.
Sidney Wang: What that?
[points to large cage in wall]
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh, it's nothing, sir. Just the cat.
[loud barking and growling issues from cage]
Sidney Wang: That cat? You feed cat dog food?
Jamesir Bensonmum: I'm afraid he's a very angry cat, sir. Mr. Twain had him "fixed," and he didn't want to be.
Dick Charleston: [inspecting their room] This dust is baking flour. And those cobwebs. Candied sugar. All placed here recently for the sole purpose of frightening us. And that mouse. Obviously a mechanical toy.
[picks up mouse and laughs]
Dick Charleston: Silly.
Dora Charleston: What is?
Dick Charleston: I am. It's real.
Sidney Wang: Calm yourself. Man who argue with cow on wall is like train without wheels: very soon get nowhere.
Milo Perrier: Oh be quiet! I'm sick of your fortune cookies!
Sidney Wang: Oh, man who is sick of fortune cookies...
Sidney Wang: Shhh, shhh... cow talk again!
Inspector Milo Perrier: I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
Sidney Wang: I like it, but do not understand it.
Inspector Milo Perrier: Touch nothing!
Jessica Marbles: Will you stop saying "touch nothing?" We're all experienced criminologists. I find it insulting, debasing, and redundant to keep telling us to "touch nothing!"
Inspector Milo Perrier: Oh, be quiet, woman!
Jessica Marbles: Up yours, fella!
Sidney Wang: Most amusing. Bickering detectives like making lamb stew: everything goes to pot!
Dora Charleston: I want you to know, Dickie, that if you're the murderer, I'll still love you. I don't think it would be right for us to make love, but I'd still love you.
Dick Charleston: How lovely dear! We're in Wang's wing!
Sam Diamond: Maybe I'm just a patsy being set up take the fall, but I'm not falling for any o'yous, you understand?
Tess Skeffington: Not even me, Sam?
Sam Diamond: Why don't you fall in love with the Jap kid and get off my back?
Lionel Twain: In need of a hint Miss Marbles? You all mistake what you assume. THEY NEVER LEFT THE DINING ROOM! Count the numbers one to ten, turn the knob and try again!
Willie Wang: I don't get it, Pop. Who would hire a blind butler?
Sidney Wang: Very clever. How he know how much he get paid?
Dora Charleston: [after Wang demonstrates his wine was poisoned] Great Scott Mr. Wang, you've saved our lives.
Milo Perrier: Not quite, Mrs. Charleston. Bon Apetit
[drinks wine - company gasps and exclaims]
Milo Perrier: . Since Monsieur Wang was the only one who could detect such a poison, he was the only one who was tested. Point 5: Mr. Twain is both beguiling and fiendish.
Milo Perrier: Mon Amis!
Dora Charleston: Oh get a doctor quick!
Milo Perrier: No, no, it's alright, my wine is not poisoned. It was just a bad year.
Sidney Wang: Look at invitation. What number of house?
Willie Wang: 2... 2...
Sidney Wang: Correct. 22 Twain's
[choo choo train, i.e., Lionel Train]
Sidney Wang: house. Continue.
Willie Wang: Some fog, eh, Pop?
Sidney Wang: I've already heard the weather report. Drive, please.
Willie Wang: It's as thick as pea soup. Not a soul around for miles. Know what l think? Perfect place for a murder.
Sidney Wang: Conversation like television set on honeymoon: unnecessary.
Willie Wang: Where are we going, anyway, Pop? Who is this Mr. Twain? What'd he mean, "dinner and a murder"?
Sidney Wang: Questions like athlete's foot: After a while, very irritating. To stop car, please.
Willie Wang: What's wrong?
Sidney Wang: Stop car, please. Shut engine off, please. Listen.
Willie Wang: I don't hear nothing. What do you hear?
Sidney Wang: Double negative and dog.
Sam Diamond: I don't get it. First they steal the body and leave the clothes, then they take the clothes and bring the body back. Who would do a thing like that?
Dick Charleston: Possibly some deranged dry cleaner.
Milo Perrier: What do you make of all of this, Wang?
Sidney Wang: Is confusing.
Lionel Twain: [from moose head] IT! IT is confusing! Say your goddamn pronouns!
Miss Withers: Murderpoo?
Jessica Marbles: Yes, dear, we're going to have a lovely murderpoo.
Dora Charleston: What a godforsaken spot to get lost!
Dick Charleston: I'm sure I saw a much better spot a few miles back.
Sam Diamond: Why don't you push her wheelchair down the driveway? We got business here!
Tess Skeffington: My feet are killing me. Why didn't you tell me we needed oil before I went back for gas?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Good evening. We have been expecting you.
Sidney Wang: Yes, but in what condition?
Sam Diamond: Now, if one of you gentlemen would be so kind as to give my lady friend here a glass of cheap white wine, I'm going down the hall to find the can. I talk so much sometimes, I forget to go.
Sidney Wang: Quiet, please. Observe strange sounds.
[the room is filled with hideous death-groans]
Dora Charleston: Good God! The face! It's coming from the face!
[Sure enough, that agonized moaning issues from the African death-mask on the wall]
Dick Charleston: The victim of that tribal ritual, actually going through his final moments of death! What could it mean?
Jamesir Bensonmum: It means dinner is ready, sir. We have no gong.
[stumbling around during a blackout]
Dora Charleston: Dickie, don't. You know how I get when you touch me there.
Dick Charleston: Me, darling? I've got my hands in my pockets.
Sam Diamond: I'm afraid they're my pockets.
Dick Charleston: Oh, sorry about that.
Dora Charleston: Dickie, behave yourself.
Sam Diamond: You pit your wits with me, little man, and you won't have your wits to pit with, know what I mean?
Lionel Twain: Aha, stumped already. Need some clues, Monsieur Perrier?
Inspector Milo Perrier: Clues? I need no clues from you! I find my own clues, you demented lollipop!
Dick Charleston: [about Sam] Bizarre little twit.
Sam Diamond: My hat's off to the man with the shiv in his back. Except for the fact that he's dead, he was no dope.
Willie Wang: Good night, Dad.
Sidney Wang: Should have adopted pussycat.
Inspector Milo Perrier: Forgive me, but I was talking about patricide, not uncle-cide.
Milo Perrier: One moment, where is the soup?
Jamesir Bensonmum: In your dish, sir!
Milo Perrier: There is nothing in my dish but my dish.
Dick Charleston: Now see here, Diamond. That's a pretty tacky thing to say, isn't it?
Sam Diamond: Well, it's a pretty tacky world, Mr. Charleston.
Dick Charleston: [introducing them] My wife Dora. Inspector Perrier.
Milo Perrier: Très charmant.
[kisses her hand, then coughs]
Dora Charleston: I'm sorry. Our room is so dusty.
Milo Perrier: My fault. I should have blown first.
Milo Perrier: What is it? What's happened?
Sidney Wang: Something wrong in kitchen.
Milo Perrier: With our dinner!
Sidney Wang: No, patience, patience.
Sam Diamond: Is someone in there?
[pointing to kitchen]
Dick Charleston: Someone in the kitchen with dinna?
Sidney Wang: Quickly. Go back in kitchen, get dining room key from pocket of dead butler.
Milo Perrier: You don't have to say "dead butler." It's bad enough I have to put my hand in his pocket.
Sidney Wang: Very interesting theory, Mr. Charleston, but you overlook one very important point.
Dick Charleston: And that is?
Sidney Wang: Is STUPID! Is most stupid theory I ever heard.
Sidney Wang: [reading note from mute cook] I think butler is dead! My name is Yetta, I don't work Thursdays.
Dora Charleston: Ask her if she sleeps in, Dickie!
Tess Skeffington: Sam, why do you keep all those naked muscle men magazines in your office?
Sam Diamond: Suspects. Always looking for suspects.
Dick Charleston: Excuse me, I was wondering if you've seen a white... Wang!
Willie Wang: A white wang?
Jessica Marbles: Good God. What an entrance.
Milo Perrier: He was a most cruel man. Monsieur Twain would come to France every summer to hunt poodles.
Tess Skeffington: If you ask me, Sam, this is a wild goose chase.
Sam Diamond: Nobody asked you.
Tess Skeffington: Yes, they did. You asked me back there if l thought...
Sam Diamond: That was then. This is now. Nobody knows what tomorrow will be. That's the way it is, whether we like it or not.
Tess Skeffington: Sam, l really worry about you sometimes.
Sam Diamond: Alright cut the malarkey. This trip is strictly business. What do you got on Twain?
Tess Skeffington: He was born in San Francisco in . His mother was Catholic, father an Orthodox Jew. They separated two hours after the marriage.
Sam Diamond: Any children?
Tess Skeffington: Yeah, one daughter, 32. Her name's lrene, but she goes by Rita.
Sam Diamond: Just like a dame. Don't stop, angel. You're doing fine.
Tess Skeffington: He was arrested in 1932 in Chicago for selling pornographic bibles. The D.A. couldn't make the charge stick when the church refused to turn over the bibles. There's nothing on him until '46 when he was picked up in EI Paso, Texas for smuggling a truckload of rich, white Americans into Mexico to pick melons. He was sent to the Dallas state hospital for mental observation.
Sam Diamond: I think we picked ourselves a queer bird, angel. Anything else?
Tess Skeffington: Yeah. Get this, Sam. Twain has one interesting physical characteristic. He has no pinkies.
Sam Diamond: No pinkies? You mean Twain's only got eight fingers?
Tess Skeffington: No, no. He's got ten. He just doesn't have any pinkies.
Sam Diamond: You did your homework good, angel.
Tess Skeffington: Thanks, Sam.
Sam Diamond: Where'd you dig that up stuff?
Tess Skeffington: I wrote to Twain and asked him.
Sam Diamond: Good thinking.
[everyone holds hands to prevent themselves from being killed]
Sam Diamond: Stop that. Stop it, I said.
Dick Charleston: What is it, Diamond?
Sam Diamond: The nurse is giving my palm the finger, the dirty old broad.
Jessica Marbles: Naughty! Naughty, Miss Withers!
[Miss Withers giggles]
Sam Diamond: Where were ya Wang, we was worried!
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh, Yes. As you can see, I can see.
Sidney Wang: So I see.
Willie Wang: Holy Shanghai!
Sam Diamond: The lady here in the rented dress is my secretary and mistress, Miss Tess Skeffington.
Tess Skeffington: I don't feel good about this, Sam. Maybe tonight's the night your luck runs out.
Sam Diamond: Maybe so. There's a number on the wall for all of us, angel, and if tonight's the night they pick mine, so be it. After you, sweetheart.
Sidney Wang: Never consider murder to be business, Mr. Diamond.
Lionel Twain: I trust you've all been made comfortable?
Dick Charleston: Comfortable, Mr. Twain? You call poisoned wine and near decapitation comfortable?
Lionel Twain: No. I call it inspiration.
Sidney Wang: Have admired you ever since I was tiny little detective.
Sam Diamond: If you ask me, anybody that offers a million bucks to solve a crime that ain't been committed yet has lost a lot more upstairs than his hair.
Lionel Twain: No wives! I refuse to discuss this with wives!
Inspector Milo Perrier: A mannequin.
Sam Diamond: No, a dummy.
Inspector Milo Perrier: Doors and windows will automatically open at dawn, and one of us here will be one million dollars richer, and one of us will be going to the gas chamber to be hung.
Milo Perrier: Open my door.
Marcel: You have chocolate on your face.
Milo Perrier: What?
Marcel: Ze candy bar. It is all over your face.
Milo Perrier: Imbecile! That's my moustache!
Marcel: Lick it and see.
Milo Perrier: [licks his lips] Wipe it off. My hands are sticky.
Marcel: [licks handkerchief and begins wiping Perrier's face] Hold still please... Sloppy!
Sidney Wang: Butler only killed to divert us from real murder still to come.
Dora Charleston: I hope he knows how to stop that thing.
Sam Diamond: Did ya ever make it with a waitress?
Dick Charleston: I beg your your pardon?
Sam Diamond: A waitress. Big, fat waitress. I don't know what them society dames are like in the kit, but you ain't never had it 'til you made it with a big, fat, blondie waitress. If you're ever interested, you give me a call.
Sam Diamond: Jessie, baby!
Jamesir Bensonmum: I prefer to be called... Rita!
Sidney Wang: What number of house?
Willie Wang: Two, two.
Sidney Wang: Correct. Two-two, Twain's house.
Jamesir Bensonmum: Ah, here we are. The late Mrs. Twain's room. She died in here.
Dora Charleston: Oh, dear.
Dick Charleston: Died of what?
Jamesir Bensonmum: She murdered herself in her sleep, sir.
Dick Charleston: You mean suicide?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh, no. It was murder all right. Mrs. Twain hated herself.
Sam Diamond: Blind people have a very keen sense of smell. Since we're all Anglo-Saxons and Mr. Wang's son is Japanese, it wouldn't be hard to sniff out the Chinaman.
Sam Diamond: Shut up, all of youse! Nobody move! Stay where you are! Everybody.
Dick Charleston: What is it?
Sam Diamond: I have to go to the can again. I don't wanna miss nothin'.
Tess Skeffington: I'm going too, Sam.
Sam Diamond: I'd rather do this alone, Tess. Thanks. anyway.
Sidney Wang: No pulse. No heartbeat. If condition does not change, this man is dead!
Dora Charleston: Mr. Diamond, there's a bullet hole in your jacket.
Sam Diamond: You should see the other guy.
Jamesir Bensonmum: We keep this room locked.
Dick Charleston: Why is that?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Mr. Twain loved her very much. He's kept her room just as it was the night she choked herself nine years ago.
Dora Charleston: You didn't tell me how I look, Dickie.
Dick Charleston: No different than always look, darling. Absolutely, ravishing.
Dora Charleston: Do you love me and adore me?
Dick Charleston: I love you and adore you. You till have the best tush in high society.
[Pats Dora's behind]
Dora Charleston: Years of horseback riding, darling.
Sidney Wang: [Wang enters] Getting to bottom of things, Charleston?
Marcel: I see nothing. This fog's as thick as bouillabaisse.
Dick Charleston: You know Wang.
Milo Perrier: Ah, yes. I had the pleasure of dining in Shanghai many years ago with Inspector Wang. Ah: Hong Ching Chu Kow Dung Woo Fong.
Sidney Wang: Oh, you remember. Yes. You had "Hong Ching Chu" and I had "Kow Dung Woo Fong."
Sam Diamond: Mr. Charleston of New York, Palm Beach and Beverly Hills. Crime's is just a hobby to you, isn't it? It's just a little game to wile away the time while you're waitin' for room service at some fancy hotel while your wife's family dough buys gin martinis and your $300 suits. That's a pretty nice arrangement, when all you gotta do is give your wife a grab every now and then and take the dog for a leak twice a day.
Sam Diamond: Mr. Perrie - you work both sides of the big drink. Pretty good pickins over there, solvin' crimes for them barons and earls and puttin' your fancy fees into private Swiss banks. Three trips a year buys a lot of hot chocolate, don't it Frenchie.
Dick Charleston: I heard the gunshots; but, I don't see any bullet holes. Not on his head, his neck, his back, or his chest.
Sam Diamond: Look all over him.
Dick Charleston: All over his body?
Sam Diamond: Well, somebody's got to do it. I'm busy standing guard.
Dick Charleston: Well, why don't I stand guard. You look all over the body.
Sam Diamond: All right. We'll take turns. You look over the first dead naked body that we find and I'll look over the second. Hurry up. We only got eight minutes. You see anything?
Dick Charleston: No, I don't see a bullet hole anywhere. -Hold it. I see something.
Sam Diamond: What is it?
Dick Charleston: Oh, forget it. My mistake. Not a bullet hole.
Inspector Milo Perrier: You were born with brains, talent, money, everything but that which you most desired: beauty. It is a statement of fact, Miss Twain, that as a man, you are barely passable; but, as a woman, you are a dog.
Sam Diamond: Perfect, Sweetheart. They took the bait like a dumb halibut. Let 'em think I'm a pansy. While they're busy suspectin' me, one of them is gonna let his pants down.
Sidney Wang: I was adopted. I have my papers. That is why I have adopted all my children.
Willie Wang: I was wondering.
Sidney Wang: Oh, he loved me very much. But he was not very observant. One day, when I was 19, he call me to his study, notice for first time I was Oriental and kick me out of house.
Screaming Door Bell: Aaaaaahhhh! Aaah! Ah!
Willie Wang: Holy cow! There killing someone in there.
Sidney Wang: Calm yourself.
Willie Wang: Didn't you hear the scream?
Sidney Wang: Oh, no. You heard scream. More experienced ear heard doorbell.
Sidney Wang: Mr. Twain has macabre sense of humor, yes?
Tess Skeffington: Sam, you're spitting on the nurse.
Sidney Wang: Marvin Metnah!
Sam Diamond: [reading note] That tickin' sound you hear, Mr. Diamond, is a bomb in your room that will go off in 30 seconds. Signed: The murderer.
Tess Skeffington: Quick, Sam, the door!
Sam Diamond: PS: The door is locked.
Milo Perrier: Never under-estimate a Frenchman's nostrils, Miss Twain.
Sidney Wang: Strange weather. Storm only outside when inside.
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh, that. That's just one of Mr. Twain's little toys. An electronic device. Mr. Twain, as you will soon discover, prefers his atmosphere - murky.
Dora Charleston: I will not stay in this horribly filthy overnight.
Jamesir Bensonmum: Flithy? Very well, Madam. I'll attend to it during dinner.
Dick Charleston: Thank you, Benson, sir.
Jamesir Bensonmum: Mum!
Dick Charleston: What?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Bensonmum. Ma'am.
Sam Diamond: You put all your money into vegetables back in the late '30s. Maybe our friends here don't know that you own 50 percent of the bean sprouts and the bamboo shoots grown on the Chinese mainland. So, you folks can imagine how much chicken chow mein goes into Mr. Wang's pot each year.
Jessica Marbles: I could use a good stiff shot, Mr. Charleston. I believe that booze, as you call it, is your department.
Sam Diamond: Sorry if I'm shocking you, ma'am, but I never had time to go to finishing school. My school is the streets and lookin' down the barrel of a pointed revolver is my teacher.
Dora Charleston: Well, what'll we all do now? Just sit around and wait for one of us to be butchered?
Sam Diamond: It's your funeral, butterballs.
Tess Skeffington: Sam, you're spitting on the nurse.
Sam Diamond: Sorry, old lady. The crazy broad should be in bed.
Lionel Twain: On the stroke of midnight, someone in this house is going to be viciously murdered!
Sidney Wang: Left out one small detail, Mr. Twain. Who victim?
Lionel Twain: "Is the." "Is the!" "Who is the victim?" That drives me crazy!
Inspector Milo Perrier: Where are they? What have you done with the others, you short madman?
Sam Diamond: You're one smart Chinaman, Mr. Wang.
Lionel Twain: You've all been so clever, for so long, you forgot to be humble.
Jamesir Bensonmum: You're a clever little laundry man, Mr. Wang.
Jessica Marbles: I was not jilted! I walked out on him. He wanted to fool around before the wedding.
Inspector Milo Perrier: And being the lady you are, you refused.
Jessica Marbles: No. Not completely. But, it got out of hand.
Sam Diamond: She's a cocktail waitress at the waterbed motel in Carmel.
Dick Charleston: Goldman was killed last month while skiing. He jumped 200 feet into a low-flying plane.
Dora Charleston: Is that the cook's arm?
Sam Diamond: It ain't the pussycat's tail, lady.
Lionel Twain: And so, ladies and gentlemen, is the murderer!