At least people in plays act like they've got sense.
Oh, you think so? Did you ever see anybody in a play act like they got any intelligence?
How can anybody be so stupid!
At least people in plays act like they've got sense.
Oh, you think so? Did you ever see anybody in a play act like they got any intelligence?
How can anybody be so stupid!
You got twelve, they got twelve.
I've got thirteen!
No, Johnny, twelve — don't brag.
Thirteen! There's Mr. Spinalzo and the first one in London, two in Johannesburg, one in Sydney, one in Melbourne, two in San Francisco, one in Phoenix, Arizona...
Phoenix?
The filling station...
Filling station? Oh!
Yes.
Then three in Chicago and one in South Bend.
You cannot count the one in South Bend. He died of pneumonia!
He wouldn't have died of pneumonia if I hadn't shot him!
No, no, Johnny. You cannot count him. You got twelve, they got twelve. The old ladies is just as good as you are!
He just sits there waiting to be gagged and tied — the big dope!
You know, you were right about that fellow. He wasn't very bright.
Johnny, why did you kill that man? He was being nice to us and gave us a ride.
He said I looked like Boris Karloff!
Tonight, we are taking care of Mortimer. And just for him we'll have something special. I plan on using the Melbourne method.
No! Not the Melbourne method, please! Two hours!
And now doctor... we go to work!
No, Johnny. I cannot operate without a drink!
Pull yourself together, doctor!
I cannot pull myself together without a drink!
This is a picture of when I take my hunting trip to Africa. This is me, and this is you.
My how I've changed.
I'm not a cab driver. I'm a coffeepot!
Where am I? Oh, here I am.
We got a hot stiff on our hands!
One of our gentlemen found time to say 'How delicious!' before he died.
For a gallon of elderberry wine, I take one teaspoon full of arsenic, then add half a teaspoon full of strychnine, and then just a pinch of cyanide.
They're two of the dearest, sweetest, kindest, old ladies that ever walked the earth. They're out of this world. They're like pressed rose leaves.
Seems like the same suckers get married everyday.
Now Mortimer, you behave. You're too old to be flying off the handle like this!
Well, I'm off to Panama. Bon voyage!