Dick: Colonel Pinkham, we need your help. This inspector has some agenda of his own that I don't understand. I think-- [Colonel Pinkham gasps] Colonel? [Colonel Pinkham gags] Colonel? [maid screams] He's dead! My dear friend Colonel Pinkham has been murdered!
Eames: A selection of domestic ports will be served in the foyer.
Harry: That's it! I'm not staying for the show.