Gregory Mason:
[Surprised to see Sheila in Benedict's living room] Hello. Are you the hostess here?
Stella Callahan: If I were, you wouldn't be a guest.
Stella Callahan: If I were, you wouldn't be a guest.
Gregory Mason:
[Taken aback by Rair's prissy appearance] So you were andy's bodyguard? Eh, come again?
Steven Ranier: Don't be misled, Mr. mason. I keep my trousers pressed, my nails polished, but I also keep my biceps in trim.
[He takes out a luger]
Steven Ranier: Especially this one.
[He smiles]
Steven Ranier: [Dryly] Quite a muscle.
Steven Ranier: I like it.
Steven Ranier: Don't be misled, Mr. mason. I keep my trousers pressed, my nails polished, but I also keep my biceps in trim.
[He takes out a luger]
Steven Ranier: Especially this one.
[He smiles]
Steven Ranier: [Dryly] Quite a muscle.
Steven Ranier: I like it.
Steven Ranier:
You know, you're a very nice fella. Would you like to grow a little older?
Fortuno, Benedict's Bodyguard: Si.
Steven Ranier: Then behave.
[Condescendingly slaps his hand/]
Fortuno, Benedict's Bodyguard: Si.
Steven Ranier: Then behave.
[Condescendingly slaps his hand/]
Brock Benedict:
Come with me, Mason, and forget about your boat.
Gregory Mason: Forget about my boat? Just as simple as that? It was a stinkin' little boat, but it fed me pork and beans today but, who knows, maybe tomorrow steak and cake.
Gregory Mason: Forget about my boat? Just as simple as that? It was a stinkin' little boat, but it fed me pork and beans today but, who knows, maybe tomorrow steak and cake.