The game is over, Mrs. Lampert.

Well, it's the money, Mrs. Lampert, the money.

Mrs. Lampert, he wants the money for himself.

Ηe hasn't got the money, and neither has Mrs. Lampert.

on the back of the neck.

Wonderful. Do you realize you've had three names in the past two days?

It was the stamps on the letter Charles had with him on the train.

[ Woman On P.A. ] Mr. Dyle, pIease. You're wanted on the telephone.

- Lampert's the name on the marriage license. - I'm terribly sorry.

The authorities in Bordeaux searched his compartment on the train.

H - H-Ηey, turn on the lights!

- What's the trouble? - Ηe stepped on my foot.

You know what I mean. The envelope with the stamps on it.

If you want anything, just bang on the wall.

- On the street where you live. - Ηow about once more around the park?

- Evidently we're the floor show. Come on. - You and me?

Your husband possessed a ticket of passage on the Maranguape.

On Wednesday last, your husband sold the entire contents of the apartment at public auction.

- Give me the stamps. Come on. - What's your first name today?

- Oh, come on, open the door. - This is a ludicrous situation.