The Death Kiss

Officer Gulliver:
I guess I used uncanny skill.

Sgt. Owen Hilliker:
I'm beginnin' to think you're givin' us the razz.

Franklyn Drew:
Prove it. You're the detective.

Officer Gulliver:
Mr. Drew, I've been thinking.

Franklyn Drew:
No!

Officer Gulliver:
Yeah. The first thing I ask myself when I investigates a murder is 'who done it'.

Franklyn Drew:
Well that sounds logical.

Officer Gulliver:
And the next thing I ask myself is 'who could do it.'

Franklyn Drew:
And then?

Officer Gulliver:
Then I ask myself again 'who wanted to do it.'

Franklyn Drew:
And how do you answer yourself?

Officer Gulliver:
Well... I ain't come to that yet.

Franklyn Drew:
Poison, all right. Familiar smelling stuff too.

Officer Gulliver:
[smells glass] Boy! That guy'd drink anything that wasn't too thick to chew.

Det. Lt. Sheehan:
What are you and that Keystone Cop doing here?

Officer Gulliver:
Now lookie here, Sheehan, you can't talk that way about me. Remember, I'm Chief of the Studio Police and I got rights! I... I...

Det. Lt. Sheehan:
Nature in the raw.

Det. Lt. Sheehan:
Everybody here seems to know more about police matters than the police.

Franklyn Drew:
It's noble of you to admit it.

Franklyn Drew:
I've just come from Chalmers' place. He's dead.

Marcia Lane:
Chalmers?

Franklyn Drew:
Poisoned.

Marcia Lane:
You mean murdered?

Franklyn Drew:
If it isn't that, it's a good imitation of it.

Officer Gulliver:
Well, that's that old, old story. Two men and a woman. The internal triangle.

Det. Lt. Sheehan:
It's as simple as A-B-C.

Franklyn Drew:
Yes it would be if you thought of it.

Det. Lt. Sheehan:
Say, will you go up to your office and write bad little boy five hundred times?