Phantom Raiders

Nick Carter:
[Repeated often with variations] I am, but if I'm wrong, I'll apologize.

Nick Carter:
[Reading from a sign] 'Al Taurez Seaman's Association.' Good old Al!

Bartholomew:
A clue?

Nick Carter:
Back in the States Al was always a clue.

Bartholomew:
This Mr. Taurez seems to be a man of generous nature.

Nick Carter:
Al would give his best friend a knife in the back any day.

Al Taurez:
[Ironically, after seeing Taurez play with a parakeet after throwing a knife in the back of an associate] Did yuh ever see such a soft-hearted guy as Al?

'Gunboat' Jacklin:
I don't know what you're talkin' about! Bombs? I never seen no bombs! What would I be doin' with a bomb anyway?

Nick Carter:
Well, you're either a very smart liar or really as dumb as you look. I don't know which.

'Gunboat' Jacklin:
[Feeling insulted] Don't call me dumb!

Bartholomew:
Steady - or I'll draw a bead on you right between the eyes.

'Gunboat' Jacklin:
[Fuming] why, you, you... someday I'll find a name for you!

Nick Carter:
Al, you look different.

Al Taurez:
Perhaps you miss the handcuffs.

Nick Carter:
[after Taurez introduces him to all the riffraff in his club] Say, you know I'm on a vacation. What's the idea of putting the finger on me?

Al Taurez:
Oh, you're mistaken, Nick.

Nick Carter:
Oh. Oh, but you're a liar, Al, and if I'm wrong...

Al Taurez:
[Anticipating]... you'll apologize, I know.

Dolores:
Where do we go from here, keed?

Nick Carter:
Maybe Al can answer that?

Al Taurez:
Ah, look, Nick, the past is over and done with. Can't we be friends?

Nick Carter:
Sure, why not? You're a man after my own heart... with a knife.

Bartholomew:
[as Nick comes out the door] This note was waiting for you at the hotel.

Nick Carter:
[Reading the note] 'Please meet me in my office at seven o'clock... Franklin Morris.' Wonder what Morris could want with me?

Bartholomew:
Mysterious... it's several hours to seven o'clock.

Nick Carter:
Oh, but so much to be done.

Bartholomew:
Yes... yes.

Nick Carter:
Let's see...

Bartholomew:
Let's see.

Nick Carter:
Where do we begin?

Bartholomew:
Ah... where?

Nick Carter:
I've got it!

Bartholomew:
Yes, yes, of course.

Nick Carter:
Ah, Al Taurez.

Bartholomew:
We check.

Nick Carter:
Keep you smile, Deadeye.

Nick Carter:
[as Carter begins to search MacMillan, he giggles as if he's being tickled] Oh, you're a nice boy. Written home to your mother lately?

'Gunboat' Jacklin:
[Indignant] You keep our mothers out of this!

Nick Carter:
Nice work, Beeswax. How does it feel to be crazy?

Bartholomew:
I didn't notice any difference.