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Murder on the Dirigible

(together)
METCALF: Her father?
OGLETHORPE: What!
VISHNANDA: Ho-ho-ho.

MACALLISTER: Oh, you should not have told them. Now they will
suspect you even more.

MATTHEWS: But you must not try to help me by sacrificing
yourself. You’re so young, you have so much to live for!

METCALF: Captain, I am amazed. First a wife, then a daughter.
Next you will be telling me the Swami is your brother.

VISHNANDA: But I am.

METCALF: Huh?

VISHNANDA: All men are brothers. It is only their ignorance that
keeps them from understanding—

METCALF: Oh, can it, Louie. (Vishnanda scowls at him) Now, let’s
all calm down and enjoy what’s left of this trip. The captain here
won’t give us any more trouble, will you?

MATTHEWS: No.

METCALF: Then it’s all settled.

POMELLO: (stands) Wrong again, flatfoot. You think you’re so
smart, but you’re way off base. Oscar, it was just a matter of time
before they pinned this on you, and it wouldn’t have bothered me
one bit: you’ve betrayed me too many times, you bastard. But I
expected you to deny it all. I was going to enjoy watching you squirm.
But now, I don’t know.

METCALF: Uh, you’re drunk, Mrs. Pomello. Why don’t you just sit
down and quietly pass out?

POMELLO: No, it’s time to face the music. Oscar, it looks pretty
bad for you, doesn’t it? (Matthews shrugs) Listen, all you people:
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