- Hotel Maid: You ought to lay off the stuff if you can't take it. I bet that tongue of yours is feeling a bit bird-cagey this morning. I'm glad it doesn't belong to me.
- Insp. Foster: Looks like an open-and-shut case, I hope.
- Det. Sgt. Roper: So do I. I want some sleep.
- Insp. Foster: You'll get plenty of that when you're dead.
- Det. Sgt. Roper: It'll be too late then.