Nora Charles:
I got rid of all those reporters.
Nick Charles:
What did you tell them?
Nora Charles:
We're out of scotch.
Nick Charles:
What a gruesome idea.
Gatekeeper:
What's the idea of the kid?
Nick Charles:
Well, we have a dog, and he was lonesome. That was the idea, wasn't it, Mummy?
Policeman with flashlight:
We're going to have to shoot that mutt. We'll never find him like this.
Nick Charles:
Wait a minute. He's not going to come running up to a lot of strange men with lights. What do you think he is? A moth?
Nora Charles:
It wasn't his fault. Nick smells like a dog.
Nora Charles:
How did you find me here?
Nick Charles:
I saw a great group of men standing around a table. I knew there was only one woman in the world who could attract men like that. A woman with a lot of money.
Gatekeeper:
He says his name is Charles, but he looks to me like a pool parlor dude.
'Creeps' Binder:
You should see some of the monkeys I see, and the fathers are taking bows.
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