MURDER BY DEATH
|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.
Marcel: I feel it in my buns.
Milo Perrier: Be quiet everyone! I smell something!
Sam Diamond: Locked, from the inside. That can only mean one thing. And I don't know what it is.
Dora Charleston: Mr. Diamond,
there's a bullet hole in your jacket.
Milo Perrier: I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a BELGIE!
Sidney Wang: Yes, is confusing.
Jamesir Bensonmum: She murdered
herself in her sleep, sir.
Lionel Twain: That drives
Dora Charleston: Is he dead?
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.
Dora Charleston: What a godforsaken
spot to get lost!
Sam Diamond: No pinkies? You
mean Twain has only got eight fingers?
Dick Charleston: Up there,
Dora, look - a blind butler.
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.
Lionel Twain: I'm the greatest,
I'm number one!
Sidney Wang: Conversation
like television set on honeymoon: unnecessary.
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