John Royer:
[offering boiled coffee to his uninvited guest] My butler got drafted, my Jap boy's interned.
Kellar: Terrible war.
John Royer: Sure is.
Kellar: Terrible war.
John Royer: Sure is.
The Dutchman:
[to his pet cockatoo] One day in your seed will be cyanide, and you'll stop laughing for the rest of time.
The Dutchman:
You'd better let me do the talking. Probably the only thing standing between you and eternity is my vocabulary.