[MrBarlow]

Murder By Death.

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






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.


[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.



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





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.