You called Robin? I have a call into him in St. Tropez.

Look, I got a call from this client.

Of what? He called a half hour ago.

It's getting chilly. I'm calling it a night.

Mr. Masters called a while ago to congratulate me.

How about a license number or a telephone number she might've called,

We got a dead man who can't tell us why he's here, who sent him--

This is not a joke! Did you call the police?

who made his sales on a pay phone, okay?

Well, the tourists call it that, but to the regulars who score coke, it is the Snow Palace.

You're the ones who want to hire a private investigator?

that is signed by Captain Cooly and a navy doctor and half a dozen other people.

muling for some dwarf dicer who connected on a three slot.

I hate these cretins who think a suntan and a hairy chest makes them superstud.

[ Magnum ] You have a guest on the estate who's an assassin's target.

Who is it? I don't know, but she sounds like a client.

Never mind. Just listen. A female called on your line, and she wants to hire you.

You know anyone besides Snow White who can waste 1 0 ounces of coke on a hit?

Nothing to salvage, covered with coral inside a naval gunnery range-- who was to know the difference?

Suddenly I get a new girlfriend who has private eyes following her around, and I'm no longer successful.