"A terrific terrif... best job of lettering I ever saw in my life!" "This boy ain't see much." "That'll be $10 please." "Yes sir, you're a real artist with that stuff, a real artist." "10 fish." " Er, i'll mail you a cheque tomorrow pal." " I'd rather have it money today." "You're never going to get any place if you don't trust people." "You know i've been around a long time buddy..." "You don't belong here, you really belong on Broadway." "Yeah, and I think the walk'd do you good." "I take it off for 5 bucks." " Pretty huh?" " No but you might do, are you available?" " For you anytime miss...?" " Lawrence, Kathy Lawrence." "Kathy you're my first client..." "Shall we celebrate by me carrying across the threshold?" "It's such a nice day I think i'll walk." " You take the comfortable chair." " Thank you." " I think you'll do fine." " You're a doll to say so but..." "Just what do I do fine?" "I'm a reporter on the San Francisco tribune..." "I'm down here on a story and I need some help." "I'm your man, I shadow, investigate, prove and disprove suspicions... and dance divinely, all at reasonable rates." " I can't pay you a fee." " This changes the picture." "But i'll make you a business proposition..." "Shoot." " I presume you know this person?" " Sure, Judge Finlay Drake." "Or ex-judge since every cop in the state started looking for him." "I think I know where he's hiding." "You realise there's a $10,000 reward riding on Judge Drake's head?" "How would you like to have half of it?" "What's your angle?" "I've a pretty strong hunch the Judge is hiding in a local private sanitarium." "The La Siesta for mental cases." "Owned by a Dr Clifford Porter... former state medical officer and good friend of Drake's." "Are you good at hunches like this?" "Well actually this is more than a hunch." "That's Madge Bennett, the Judge's girlfriend." " What can I say?" " That picture's 10 years old." "Everybody thought Madge left San Francisco with the Judge... but I saw her in town a few days ago and followed her down here." "Last night she went to the sanitarium." "Why don't you give this information to your paper or to the police?" "Well because I can't prove he's there until somebody actually sees him." "And where do I fit in?" "I want you to go in as a patient." " You want me to say i'm crazy?" " It's the only way you can get in there." "Honey, i'm not that hungry." "You stand to make a lot of money and put the judge and his friends in jail." "No, don't go away mad but... i'm not getting myself locked up in any nuthouse on a hunch." "I see." "Now that our business is over... how about you and me doing a tour of the local pool rooms." "So sorry, pool isn't my game." "You're not my man." "I'll find someone else." " Hello." " Hello." " I come bearing news and apologies." " Alright, come in." "I decided to check on your girlfriend just out of curiosity." "Oh really?" "She went back to that sanitarium again last night... and she didn't go in through the front entrance." "I knew you'd check up on her, that's why I left the picture in your office." "Well what d'ya know?" "!" "Say, I bet that's why you left that scrap of Hotel Coronet stationery... so i'd know where to find you too." "I suppose that makes you a clever detective figuring that out." "I've..." "I've come to accept your proposition, what's our first move?" "We'll need a close relative to ask for your commitment." "I'm sure my relative's will be delighted... if I had any." " Are you married?" " No." "Would you mind being married to... me?" "Twist my arm." "The point is we'll just way we're married to get you into the sanitarium." "Well ok if we can make a deal for after i'm out." "This is strcitly a business proposition..." "You're part in this deal is to play a mentally unbalanced husband." "Who's always kissing his wife in public and private, all the time." "We can figure out a better act than that." "Oh no, I think we'd both be awfully good in our parts." "Mr Stewart, i'd love to spend the rest of the day... trying to outmanoeuvre you but we have work to do." " What's this?" " Research..." "You have to decide what kind of a mental case you're going to be." "Paranoid, schizophrenic or manic depressive... and then we'll have to decide on your name." "What's wrong with the name i've got, Ross Stewart?" "I think it's kind of pretty." "Well it's a beautiful name but with your retiring personality... there's just a chance that somebody in town might know you." "So I think we'd better change it to something simple like Harry or..." "Horton, I like names that go together, Harry Horton." "Alright Mr Horton, and you can be an unemployed salesman." "You hit the nail right on the head with that unemployed." "Now, tell me Mrs H, what's supposed to be the matter with me?" "Well that's what we've got to figure out..." "I thought i'd take you downtown to the state psychiatrist... tell him you've been acting queerly and ask his advice." "And you'll have to know how to act so he can recognise the symptoms." "Well know here's one I kinda like..." "The symptoms of the manic depressive consist mainly of... emotional disturbances, depression, anxiety, elation, rage, a variety of happy and sad moods." "You think you can be sad for a minute?" "Oh I can be very sad, I can even be unattractive." "You can tell him I beat you one minute and kiss you madly the next." "I'm not so sure you're not really insane with that kissing fixation of yours." "Maybe you got a better way to go crazy?" "Is there something troubling you Mr Horton?" "Something you're afraid to tell your wife about?" "Is there something troubling you Mr Horton?" "I got nothing to say, it was her idea to come here, not mine." "We want to help you but you must cooperate." "Nobody can help me, nobody can help me." "I don't know what to do for him doctor, he's getting worse all the time." "Just what would you like me to do Mrs Horton?" "I don't know, I..." "I wanted your advice." "Could you bring your husband back here Wednesday, at 10 o'clock?" " I suppose so, why?" " I'll examine him and make a report to the court..." "If the court concurs they'll recommend that he be confined to the state asylum for treatment." " Oh no!" " No what?" " I..." "I wouldn't want him in the state asylum..." "I thought possibly a private sanitarium." "Private sanitariums are an expensive proposition... but if you think you can afford it by all means place him in one." "Most of them are very good." "How would I go about it doctor?" "Is there anyway you could help me?" "Certainly, i'll write a letter stating that, in my opinion, your husband needs professional attention." "A letter from me will, more or less, force them to admit him immediately." "Private sanitariums are very crowded today." "Ms Cook, will you come in please, I want to dictate a letter." "I'm sure in time your husband will respond to treatment Mrs Horton." "How much time Dr Porter?" "How long do you think he'll have to stay here?" "That's impossible to say." "You must be prepared to leave him in our care as long as necessary." "I hope he'll be allowed to move around and be with the others." "He'll live quite a normal life." "Our patients are allowed to... mingle freely and routine everyday relationships." "About the cost doctor, I can't afford a private room." "We have a bed open in a 3-man ward, i'll assign him there." "That'll be fine." "Hopps." "I want you to be good dear, do everything they tell you." "This is Mr Hopps, one of our attendants." " Mrs Horton." " Mrs Horton." " And her husband." " Mr Horton." "Mr Horton's going to be with us a while Hopps, fix him up in ward 10." "Yes sir." "Will you come with me." "So you think you've got a beef with the world?" "Well, here we are." "Here's your bed." "You hang your clothes in your locker every night." "I have to take your tie and everything you've got in your pockets." "You can keep the cigarettes." "What about matches, how do I get a light?" "You can only smoke in the day room, we don't like patients to have matches." " Give me your suspenders." " How do I keep my pants up?" "Sorry, we have to take all these things away from depressives." "We don't want any "accidents"." "Mr Purvis, Mr Horton." "Another poor face caught in the Porter net." "Don't unpack your bag Horton, get out of this vile hole while you still able." "Why do you want to make trouble for yourself Mr Purvis?" "I keep telling you your going to get into trouble if you don't keep still." "He looks strong, put him to work with you Hopps." "Yes sir." "Horton, ask the noble doctor if the patient helpers get paid for their work." "It's part of the treatment to keep you occupied with some useful tasks." "Treatment!" "Making the patients work saves hiring janitors." "Mr Purvis i've warned you before..." "If this keeps on it may be necessary to transfer you to the locked ward." "Well i'll have to take your shoes too, i'll bring you some slippers." " Whose bed is that?" " Mr Quisk's." "He's a very nervous fellow, likes to be left alone so don't bother him." "He ought to be left alone?" "What about our nerves?" "Wait till you try to sleep tonight." "Wait till you try to sleep." "Why don't you take it easy." "Why don't you have backbone enough to do something about this place Hopps?" "You're going to make trouble for yourself." "You know what a rotten disgrace it is..." "Why don't you tell somebody on the outside?" "People on the outside aren't much interested in us on the inside." "Inmates or attendants." "Hopps, what's wrong with the new guy?" "He's a depressive, he'll be alright after a little rest." "I'll make sure he gets a good rest." "Hiya champ." "Larson, stop that!" "I was just giving the champ a workout." "I've told a dozen times not to abuse the patients." " Shut up you screaming monkey." " Cut it out, quit hitting him." "Get back in bed, you too Purvis or you'll get the same." "What kind of a joint is this?" "Look new boy, let me give you some advice... don't stick you nose in what's none of your business." "Now get back in bed." "And stay there." " Who is he?" " Larson." "He's the one you've gotta watch around here." "You came here to be cured, you're more likely to be killed." "You can come here anytime you're not supposed to be working." " Cigarette?" " Thanks." "Good day sir, I wonder if by chance you're a chess player?" " No, i'm afraid i'm not." " Oh that is unfortunate." " Please pardon the intrusion." " Ok." "Poor Topper's been trying for 3 years to get someone to play chess with him." "3 years?" "He's been here that long?" " What's wrong with him?" " He's a firebug." "Nearly burned up a whole neighbourhood once." "Otherwise he's ok." "Used to be a pretty big businessman they say." "How long the rest of these men been here?" "Oh, 3 months to a year or more." "You won't be here that long, I don't think there's much wrong with you." "I..." "I met another attendant last night." " Larson?" " Just stay away from him all you can." "Mind your own business around here and you get along better." "That's all i've heard so far, what kind of a joint is this?" "I gotta get back to work." " Where do you think you're going?" " Just looking around." " What's up there?" " The locked ward." "That's where you'll wind up if you don't behave yourself." "Go on back where you belong." "Go on back where you belong." " What kept you so long?" " I had to stop at one of the wards." "Frankly judge i'm beginning to resent... you sending for me all hours of the day and night." "After all i'm doing you the favour." "You'd still be a smalltime quack if I hadn't given you a break." "I'm more than repaying that break right now." "I'm risking everything keeping you here." "It's a short risk." "My boys'll be here as soon as things cool off." "Suppose these men of yours are picked up by the police and talk?" "Men working for me can't afford to talk." "I hope you're right." " Mighty fine cigar." " Don't be so appreciative." "With the money i'm paying you to stay here... you can afford a truckload of those cigars." " Well, here's to good luck." " To both of us." "You don't have to be so physical." "You forget, I don't know what i'm doing." "Don't move the hand." "Really this is just a business deal." "And what a deal!" "All this and 5 grand too." " Any luck?" " So far I haven't seen any..." "So far I haven't seen anyone who could possibly be Judge Drake." " There was a rumour that he was seen in Florida." " Florida?" "!" "You mean maybe i'm in here just for laughs?" "No, the police say it was just a phoney." "Anyway Madge Bennett came here again Thursday night." "She had a briefcase with her." "Obviously she's his outside contact." "I've got to spot her and find out where she goes." "You know if Drake's in disguise he may be kinda tough to recognise." "I know, I thought of that so I brought you a present." "I didn't know you cared." "I thought if you kept looking at it you could see through any disguise." "Now you're a real smart girl." " Good afternoon Mrs Horton." " Oh good afternoon doctor." " May I see what you have in your hand please." " No." "Oh let doctor Porter see it dear, he'll give it back to you." " Very nice picture Mrs Horton." " Thank you doctor." "That was quite a performance, your talents are amazing." "Thanks." "Do you think you've seen all of the inmates?" "I covered the place pretty well, all except the locked ward." "They haven't let me in there so far." "When can you have a look in there?" "Give me time, you know they don't exactly have conducted tours around here." "I know." "Anything I can bring you the next time I come?" "A couple of steaks." "Oh you don't look as though you're suffering too much." "Come to think of it neither do you." "And you're not double-crossing me on the outside are you?" " Running around with other men?" " That is none of your business." " I'm your husband." " Only in here." "I'm kinda getting used to the part." "You're not just gonna run out on me when this is all over are you?" "We'll talk about that when it is all over." "You'll be a rich woman, $5,000." "I've been looking a long time for a rich woman." "I've been looking a long time for a rich man." "Oh money isn't every...." "Oh wait a minute, that's me!" " I'll be worth 5 grand myself." " I know." "Hi." "You look only half worked to death." " How do you like that little rest room now?" " Don't like it's overtime." "Purvis?" "What's the locked ward?" "That's supposedly for the violent patients." "Anybody up there now?" "A couple of violents, they're kept there all the time." ""Under restraint" they call it." "It's too much trouble to try and cure them with any kind of treatment." "Have you heard of the isolation room they've got there too?" "Bare room, padded walls, they throw you a blanket, you sleep on the floor." "Oh yes, this is a very high-class sanitarium." "Fine care and treatment you get here." "You pay extra well to be treated like a dog!" "Try and complain about it, try and protest about anything... and what do you get, i'll tell you what you get, an extra special treatment..." " They throw you in a locked..." " You better keep your mouth shut." "Easy boy, wake up, wake up." "Are you alright?" "Now take it easy, quiet." " What happened?" " Larson told me he got in a fight." "Yeah, a fight with Larson." " He didn't do this." " Who then?" "Larson dragged him out of here." "Just forget about it, just mind your own business and you won't get into trouble." "You're a decent guy Hopps, why do you let things like this happen?" " There's nothing I can do about it." " You can quit." "You know this is bad, why do you stand for all this?" "Wait a minute Hopps..." "What are you so scared of?" "You ask too many questions." " What are you doing here?" " Waiting for my wife, she's coming today." "This is night, go on back to your bed." "I gotta see my wife, I might miss her." "Go on back to your room." " Feeling any better?" " A little." "Today is visitors day, anybody coming to see you?" "Think they're going to let anybody see me like this?" "You ought to demand your release from here, go someplace else." "I have a hundred times." "What about your wife, can't she get you out?" "They've got her convinced i'm dangerous." "She believes them?" "They tell her it's better to keep me here than to go through a... legal court commitment that'll publicise the fact her husband's... crazy." "You just relax, it'll take me a little time but i'll get you out of here." "Chin up." " What happened?" " Larson hit him." " Why?" " He tore up some paper in the day room." "Somebody ought to tell this kid's family this is no place for him." "He doesn't have any family." "You'd better get along, your wife's waiting for you." "Hi." "Well, you're beginning to act like a husband." "I thought I was kinda tough but this joint's really beginning to needle me." "I know it must be a grim place but just stick it out a little while longer." "I'll stick it out, don't worry." "I saw Madge Bennett come in last night, she went up to the locked ward..." "I tried to follow her but one of the attendants caught me." "What happened?" "Nothing, I gave him some silly talk and got sent back to my room." "You've got to be careful." "Don't tell me you're really beginning to worry about me." "Of course I am." "I've been watching Madge's rooming house..." "So far there's no sign that she's getting ready for a trip." "Good, all I need here is a few more days." "I'm really getting close to home baby." "I hope so, i'm getting nervous." "You've got to get well soon dear so I can take you home." "That's the nut that caught me the other night." "I think maybe we're getting in too deep, I don't think it's worth the risk." "You're not forgetting that $5,000 are you... and a story that's gonna make you famous?" "I don't care very much about the money or the story anymore..." "I just don't want you to take any unnecessary chances." "Don't worry baby, I wanna be around to collect." "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon." " Good afternoon." " Good afternoon." " You got any matches?" " Yes." "Baby, the next time you show up here... i'll know for sure whether Judge Drake is on the premises." "Hopps." "Why isn't Topper cleaning up the locked ward?" " Oh I needed some help..." " I'm the one that need help, send him upstairs." "Mr Topper..." " I think you'd better go upstairs." " Yes, thank you very much." " Oh Mr Topper." " Yes." " I think you dropped these." " Yes, thank you." "Thank you." "Hopps, I smell something burning." "Get the fire extinguisher." " How did the fire get started?" " I don't know." "You'd better get out of here." "You get out too." " Are you alright?" "Did you burn yourself?" " No no, i'm ok." "Well come on, we have some more work to do." "You got drunk and fell asleep with a lit cigar, that's what happened." "You think i'm going to stand by and let you ruin me and my place?" "I tell you I wasn't smoking when I went to bed." "How could you remember, you drank a quart of whiskey." "That's my business, you're being well paid for the little damage..." "I'm not being paid nearly enough to end up in jail." "I'm made a deal with you judge for one month, you've been here 5 weeks now." "If you're not out of here by another week i'll have to have more money." "You're going to start bleeding me, hey Porter?" "I'm running a great risk in... furnishing you with the safest possible hideout you could have." "I'm entitled to additional recompense." "I'm not at all certain i'm as safe here as you seem to think." "What are you talking about?" " Who is that patient?" " What patient?" " The one who helped put out the fire." " Horton." "He seemed very much interested in me, he's new here isn't he?" "Yes, his wife had him committed with a letter from the state psychiatrist." "I couldn't turn him down." "I don't like the way he looked at me." "You know I caught Horton on the stairs there the other night." " What night?" " Last Thursday, the night I brought Miss Bennett up to see you." "And come to think of it it happened once before too." "Look here Porter, if you've let someone get..." "Look through Horton's stuff in his room, he'll be at lunch." "I'll be in my office." "Didn't find much..." "just the usual stuff." "Nothing here will tell us anything." "Horton's record seems farily authentic..." "Travelling salesmen, unemployed, married four years." "He's married to a good looking dame." "How could we have been so stupid?" "This Horton, he's either a cop or a newspaper man." "If the police are watching the sanitarium we're all finished." "You'll never be able to get out of here without being caught." "Calm down, we've got to figure this thing out." "What is there to figure out?" "He know's you're here, it's only a question of time now." "You're a stupid man when you get excited Porter." "Horton didn't know for sure I was here until the fire a little while ago." "He hasn't been able to communicate that information to anyone yet." "His wife'll be here to see him this afternoon." "Obviously she can't be allowed to see him..." "She's a part of this scheme of Horton's." "She's the one we've got to worry about now." "I was crazy ever to let you come here." "I'll lose my place, go to jail." "You won't lose a thing, all you have to do is get rid of Horton." "I'll get out of here tonight with Madge... and there's no way for anyone to prove I was ever in here." " How do we get rid of Horton?" " That shouldn't be too hard to figure out." " Champ could take care of him." " That's not a bad idea." "You could make out a report that... he was attacked by one of the violent patients and died of the effects." "That's murder." "I didn't bargain for murder when I went into this with you." "You have a choice between that or jail and ruin." "It'll have to wait until tonight when all the visitors are off the premises." "You better have Horton locked up." "You'll have to give his wife a story why she can't see him today." "Maybe we'd better lock her up too." "Don't be ridiculous, that would really tip our mitt." " Just stall her." " I'll handle it." "Get those things back to Horton's locker." "We don't want him to know yet that we've found him out." " What's wrong, lose something?" " Yeah." "We found one of the patients with these, Porter says they're yours." "Yeah." "You gotta keep your stuff locked up around here." "I can see that." "I'm gonna need you for a few minutes Horton." "It's Saturday, i've gotta change my clothes, my wife's coming." "You have an hour yet, i've gotta get the locked ward cleaned up." "Come on." "Before you start washing these walls I want you to clean up this room." "I'll need some help if i'm to be done in time for..." "You have plenty of time, stop your crabbing... you're not gonna miss anything." " Mrs Horton?" " Yes." "Dr Porter would like to see you please." "Please." "Mrs Horton, doctor." " Good afternoon doctor." " Hello Mrs Horton." "Won't you sit down." " Is something wrong doctor?" " I have some most regrettable news." "Your husband has had an accident..." "He was apparently wandering around the building last night... and somehow got into the locked ward with the violent patients." " What happened?" " He was attacked and pretty badly beaten." "Believe me Mrs Horton, we are extremely sorry this has happened." "I can't understand how he got into the locked ward without being seen." " May I see him doctor?" " That wouldn't be advisable my dear..." "He's suffering from shock and shouldn't be disturbed at all." "Just to look in on him." "To be quite frank Mrs Horton he's been rather badly hurt." "As soon as his condition warrants i'll call you and you can see him." "Alright." " You'll let me know tomorrow how he is?" " I'll call you myself in the morning." "Let me say again that I am extremely sorry that this has happened however..." "I'm sure that he'll come around alright." "Thank you." "Say Larson." "Horton hasn't been in here all day, he's not in his room and I thought..." "He's alright, never mind about him." "Yeah but..." "When are you gonna learn to stop messing up this place?" "Don't you ever hit him, i'll take care of what he does." "You bet you will." "I'm getting sick and tired of this kid of yours messing up the place every day." "I don't know why Porter lets you both stay here." "From now on i'm gonna hold you responsible for anything he does." "Don't you ever lay a hand on my boy again." "Yeah, what can you do about it?" "You're no good Larson." "You'll get yours someday." "You'll get yours." "Larson, come with me." "Mrs Horton's been very nicely taken care of." "I told her that her husband was attacked by another patient last night and... his condition was too critical for her to see him today." " Are you sure she believed you?" " Positive, she seemed quite stunned." "You know..." "I'd like to find out who or what Horton is before you take care of him." "Let's get him in here, after all we're not keeping any secrets from him now." " I won't need that." " I don't want any ruckus raised." "I wonder how Horton knew you were here." "Do you think he found out about Madge and followed her?" "I don't think so, Madge is a pretty clever girl." "However, I don't see how that could do him any good now." "I must say you're being mighty calm about it." " I think we're in hot water upto our necks." " Upto whose necks?" "Sit down Horton." "Or whatever your name is." "Alright, who are you?" " I don't get you." " You will." "Larson." "Let's not waste time, we know you're not really here as a patient." "Who are you?" "Who sent you here?" "I'm Harry Horton, my wife sent me." "I'd advise you to tell us what we want to know... otherwise things may become very unpleasant for you." "I still don't know what you're talking about." "Nor that picture of mine on the back of your wife's photo." "I told your wife this afternoon that... you'd been very badly beaten by a violent patient." "Ain't she gonna be set when she finds out you died from your injuries." " Keep your stupid mouth shut." " Who are you?" "Who's in this with you?" "The entire police force Porter." " I think he's lying." " You'll find out any minute." "My wife must've reported my supposed accident by now." "Apparently she didn't." "She left here over 2 hours ago and we haven't heard anymore about it." "You will Porter, you will." "And if you boys are smart... you won't make it any tougher for yourselves than you need to." "Accidents are quite likely to happen at a mental santiarium my friend." "This is absolutely the most fantastic story i've ever heard." " It's incredible." " I suppose it is." "You made a fool out of me, involved me in a situation that is most unethical." "And now you want me to help you?" "We felt that Porter might be suspicious unless... we came to him with some professional opinion." "You thought nothing of degrading my professional reputation." " I'm sorry doctor but if Judge Drake..." " If he's in there." "Has Horton or Stewart or whatever his name is... actually found Judge Drake in there?" "I don't know." "You're accusing this doctor Porter of a criminal act." "You have no proof." " Stewart may actually have been attacked by a patient." " I don't think so." "I think both of you have acted stupidly and rashly." "Well alright doctor but that isn't the point now." "If you won't help me i'd better go to the police." "I don't think the police would... barge in on a private sanitarium merely on your suspicions." "They'd let themselves wide open for a civil suit." "I think you're needlessly worried about him." "I'd advise you to go up there tomorrow or the next day..." "Take him out of the sanitarium and forget the whole thing." "Tomorrow may be too late." "Well frankly Mrs I don't know what I can do for you." "You'll have to excuse me, it's after 6 and I have a dinner engagement." "Come on Horton." "Are you guys kidding?" "!" "Now wait a minute Champ." " Leave him in there." " He ain't going any place." " What are you doing here?" " Nothing sir I..." " I have some work to do." " Get out of here and stay out." "Yes sir." "Lock that door." "I've got a gun at your head, do as your told." "Alright alright, what do you want?" "Pull over to the kerb when you get past the main gate..." "Stop the car and throw the keys in the back seat." "Operator, get me the sheriff's office." "If you don't struggle too much the ropes won't hurt you." "We got trouble, we found a guy in here as a patient looking for the judge." "The judge is getting packed." "We've got everything fixed so nobody gets in a jam." "Ms Bennett, judge." "You're late Madge." "Did Larson tell you what happened?" "Put your hands down, get Harry Horton in here right away." " I don't know what you're talking about." " Get him." " Larson." " Yes sir." "Bring Horton in here." " Dr Porter said to leave..." " Bring him in here!" "Easy Champ." "Easy boy." "Horton, Horton." "Easy Champ." "Hurry up!" "Hold it!" "Mrs Horton, you're a wife in a million, gimme that gun." " Can you make it alright?" " I can make it baby." "Alright Larson, open that door... wide!" "Get going judge." "Larson, unlock that one." "Stay where you are judge." "No Champ, no." "No Champ!" "No Champ, no!" "No, no!" "Alright Porter, drop the gun." "It's ok honey, come on." "Alright butt, drop it." "I'm Ross Stewart, private detective..." "I imagine you know my friend Judge Finlay Drake." "I certainly do." "Over by the wall judge with your hands in the air." "Looks like you had quite a party." "We did indeed and we couldn't be happier that you boys were invited but who..." " I called them." " You, Hopps?" "You're a man of action, I never thought you had it in you." "Neither did I!" "I'd better call my paper." "He's a nice guy, hang onto him." "Operator, long distance please." "Operator, long distance please." "I'm sorry darling, my job, I never like to start anything I can't finish." "Neither do I!" "Long distance, long distance, operator." "Mr Horton... oh excuse me." "I never did think he was crazy!"