Nora Charles:
He's getting more like his father everyday.
Estrellita:
He sure is. This morning he was playing with a corkscrew.
Nick Charles:
Nicky, something tells me that something important is happening somewhere and I think we should be there.
[
cut to Nora with a cocktail shaker]
Nora Charles:
Follow that car, quick!
Cab Driver:
Yes, ma'am!
[
Drives off after cab, leaving Nora and Molly on the sidewalk]
Claire Porter aka Clara Peters:
And I haven't killed a jockey in weeks - really.
Lieutenant Abrams:
You know that jockey Golez, the one who was caught throwing the fourth race yesterday? He was shot.
Nora Charles:
My, they're strict at this track!
Estrellita:
Ma'am, did he hear that or did he smell it?
Nora Charles:
That's Mr. Charles, isn't it?
Estrellita:
Yes'm.
Nora Charles:
This is a cocktail, isn't it?
Estrellita:
Yes'm.
Nora Charles:
They'll get together.
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