Shouldn't we wait for the other guest?

I will keep something warm for him.

What did you have in mind, dear?

I prefer Kipling myself. "The female of the species is more deadly than the male." Do you like Kipling, Miss Scarlet?

Sure, I'll eat anything.

I'm merely a humble butler.

What exactly do you do?

I buttle, sir.

Professor Plum, you were once a professor of psychiatry specializing in helping paranoid and homicidal lunatics suffering from delusions of grandeur.

Yes, but now I work for the United Nations.

So your work has not changed.

Are you a doctor?

I am, but I don't practice.

But practice makes perfect. Ha! I think most men need a little practice, don't you Mrs. Peacock?

The game's up, Scarlet. There are no more bullets left in that gun.

Oh, come on. You don't think I'm gonna fall for that old trick?

It's not a trick. There was one shot at Mr. Boddy in the study, two for the chandelier, two at the lounge door, and one for the singing telegram.

That's not six.

One plus two plus two plus one.

Un-uh, there was only one shot that got the chandelier, that's one plus two plus ONE plus one.

Even if you're right, that would be one plus one plus two plus one, not "one plus TWO plus one plus one."

Okay, fine. One plus two plus one... SHUT UP! The point is, there is one bullet left in this gun and guess who's gonna get it!
Note: FROM ONE OF THREE ALTERNATE ENDINGS