Aristides:
Thank you so much. No need to come in, I'll be quite all right.
Thomson:
No, but we insist.
Thompson:
Better safe than sorry. It's the least we can do.
Thomson:
There we are.
[Thomson and Thompson have discovered Aristides Silk's collection of stolen wallets]
Thompson:
Good grief, what's all this?
Aristides:
It's my...collection?
Thomson:
What a lot of wallets.
Aristides:
I-I can't help it. It started with coin purses and sort of went on from there, really.
Thompson:
You ought to be careful. Haven't you heard? There's a pickpocket about.
Thomson:
Yes, he'd love this. Can you imagine?
Aristides:
What do you mean "pickpocket"?
Thompson:
Oh, a master criminal. A bag-snatching purse-pilfering wallet-lifting sneak thief.
Aristides:
I'm not a bad person! I'm a kleptomaniac.
Thompson:
[to Thomson] A what?
Thomson:
It's a fear of open spaces.
Thompson:
Poor man, no wonder he keeps his wallets in the living room.
Aristides:
Wallets, I-I just can't resist the lovely little things. It's a-It's a harmless habit, really.
Thompson:
Good heavens, Thomson! Look at this! His name's Thomson too!
Thomson:
[chuckles] What a coincidence!
Thompson:
No, Thomson. This is Thomson without a P, as in "psychic".
Thomson:
No no no, it's Thompson with a P, as in "psychiatrist".
Aristides:
[showcasing the wallets he stole] Look at this one. A green one I managed to pick this from a pickpocket actually pickpocketing at the time. A-And this one...
Thomson:
No, you had it wrong. There is a P in "psychic".
Thompson:
I am not your sidekick. You are mine.
Aristides:
Smell it, won't you [sniffs a wallet] Piggy leather.
Thomson:
How dare you!
Thompson:
How dare you! I met you first.
Thomson:
I met you first.
Thompson:
No you didn't.
Thomson:
Yes I did..
Thompson:
No you did not!
Thomson:
Yes I did!
[Thomson and Thompson continue to bicker until Aristides throws wallets at both of them]
Aristides:
Listen up! I can't stand it anymore. Alright, I'll come quietly. Take them. Take them! TAKE THEM ALL!
Thompson:
Stop it! Pull yourself together man! We can't take your wallets. Do we look like thieves?
Thomson:
[pulls out Tintin's wallet] Good heavens, Thompson. This looks familiar. Can't be.
Thompson:
[holds Tintin's wallet] It is.
Both:
Tintin!
