Abbott and Costello Meet the Killer, Boris Karloff

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Ha-ha.!

You didn't dot the "I."

Whoo!

Hey, Joe,

who's this guy Strickland?

All you news hawks hanging around here,

half the guests are inquiring about him.

A fine hotel dick. Don't you ever

read anything outside The Racing Form?

Amos Strickland is the number-one

criminal lawyer in the country.

Why all the excitement?

Lawyers have visited

the Lost Caverns before.

Sure, but when the lawyer's

Amos Strickland...

and he postpones an important case

to come up here, something's cookin'.

Hold it!

No pictures, boys!

How about a statement? No

statement, and I said no pictures!

Come on, boys, break it up.

You heard the man.

Beat it.

Go ahead.

You must be Mr. Strickland. Brilliant.

You must be the hotel detective.

Jeff, Mr. Strickland. Good

evening, Mr. Strickland.

I'm sorry you were annoyed,

but you know how newsmen are.

Unfortunately, yes.

Tell Mr. Crandall

I'm here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Crandall's not in, but

his niece is anxious to speak with you.

If I wanted to speak to

his niece, I'd ask for her.

The moment Mr. Crandall comes in,

tell him I want to see him. Yes, sir.

Freddie, will you show Mr.

Strickland to room 125? Yes, sir.

Oh, my leg! Be more careful, my good man!

I'm sorry.

My umbrella!

Yes, sir.

Pick up my bag!

Aah! Look! Look!

Look at my glasses!

They're broken. I'll

have your job for this.

Aren't you too old for this type

of work? I'll have you discharged!

Pick up my bag.! Get out,

you, you, you careless idiot.!

Get out of here!

What seems to be the trouble? Who are you?

I'm Mr. Melton,

the hotel manager.

Oh, you are, are you? Well, look at

my glasses! Who's responsible for this?

He is; if you hadn't come here,

you'd never have broke 'em.

I... I insist that you

discharge this moron immediately!

Take off that uniform

and get out; you're fired.

Fired?

Okay. I'll go.

I wanna tell you something, Mr.

Strickland; I'll get even with you for this.

Every dog has his day,

and I'll have mine.

I'm gonna make you pay for

this. Are you threatening me?

In words of one syllable,

yes!

So you got fired, eh?

Yes, I did, and I'm gonna tell

you the same thing I told him:

every dog has his day!

I'll show you to your room, Mr.

Strickland. Casey, bring the bags up.

Who, me? You. The key please, Jeff.

This way. Jeff, give me a hand, will ya?

Jeff, have you been

demoted to bellboy?

No, just helping Casey. They

belong to the great Mr. Strickland.

I told you to notify me

the instant he got here.

He didn't want to speak

to you, just your uncle.

Mr. Strickland's a man you don't

argue with; he just got Freddie fired.

Betty, I said Freddie's

been fired again. What?

Oh, Freddie.

I'll speak to my uncle.

Is there anything wrong? Not a thing.

My key, please. Uh, yes, Mrs. Grimsby.

Thank you.

Mr. Strickland, I'm sorry I barged in like

this, but I came in to apologize to you.

I'm sorry for the way

I talked to you.

Really I am, Mr. Strickland.

And I'm also sorry, Mr. Strickland,

that I dropped the golf bag on your toes.

I must've hurt.

Mr. Strickland, there's

somethin' else I wanna say.

I'm sorry I broke

your eyeglasses.

Thanks a lot for allowing

me to apologize to ya.

Mr. Strickland, now that I've apologized,

would you mind tellin' Mr. Melton?

Don't you think it's better if you go

inside the next room? There's a bed in there.

Hmm? It's a short walk.

Mr. Strickland.

Don't you feel well?

Uh-oh.

This guy's plenty sick.

Whew.

He made it.

Ohh! What you need is

air and plenty of it...

and I ain't gonna give it to

ya with a little handkerchief.

I gotta give you

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