advertisement Lee Chan: Oh, Mr. Moto? Kentaro Moto: Yes, Lee? Lee Chan: I though you would like to know I got a letter from Pop yesterday. Kentaro Moto: Oh, you did? Lee Chan: Mm-hmm. He sent his best to you. Kentaro Moto: Thank you. And, uh, how is your honorable father enjoying his homelife in beautiful Honolulu? Lee Chan: He seems fine, but he kind of worries about me. Y'see, I'm really supposed to be studying art here at the university... but gosh, I want to be a detective! Kentaro Moto: [chuckles] I understand. My parents wanted me to be an acrobat. Lieutenant Riggs: A sock in the eye ain't homicide. Maybe his ticker went bad on him. Who knows? Kentaro Moto: No one... except the coroner. Kentaro Moto: There is no situation that science and skill cannot master. Penny Kendall: Oh, Scotty, if you'll turn me loose on this, I'll have this town so deep in tears that they'll be using canoes for taxicabs. Kentaro Moto: To recognize one's faults requires intelligence; to admit them requires courage. Lee Chan: Gosh, that's a pretty girl sitting with your friend! Lieutenant Riggs: That's his daughter Linda. She's got her nose so high in the air, she抎 drown in a rainstorm. Kentaro Moto: Much information can be obtained from tongues loosened in anger. Lieutenant Riggs: [frustrated] Medium height, medium build, medium complexion - I'd have to be a medium to find Howard from the description like that Detroit tailor gives me! Lee Chan: [arriving late and in a hurry] We want two good seats down front! Ticket Seller: Sorry, we're sold out. Horce 'Knock-Out' Wellington: He's sold out? [to the ticket taker] Horce 'Knock-Out' Wellington: Do you know who we are? Ticket Seller: [laconically, as he closes down the ticket window] Sure, a couple of guys that ain't gonna see the fight. Nick Crowder: Clipper, you'd suspect your own grandmother! Clipper McCoy: Yeah, but you're not my grandmother. Nick Crowder: Don't bet on it! Kentaro Moto: [examining the dead body] This is not suicide Mr. Riggs. [dryly] Kentaro Moto: It's most unusual to shoot oneself in the back and without a gun. Nick Crowder: Who pulled the strings to get this fight on tonight? Kentaro Moto: I plead guilty, Mr. Crowder. You see, some people save strings; I pull them.