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Quotes
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Wilbur Finletter : My God! It's Adolf Hitler!
Mason Dixon : This is Sam Smith. He's our undercover expert. He's only disguised as Adolf Hitler.
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Wilbur Finletter : Guten Morgen, Herr Hitler!
Sam Smith : Autobahn!
Wilbur Finletter : Sprechen Sie Deutsch?
Sam Smith : Wiener Schnitzel!
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[Lois and Finletter are speaking on adjacent hotel payphones to her editor and Dixon, respectively]
Newspaper Editor : [picking up the ringing phone] Yeah.
Lois Fairchild : Trouble, sir.
Mason Dixon : [picking up the ringing phone] Hello.
Wilbur Finletter : Trouble sir.
Mason Dixon , Newspaper Editor : What?
Lois Fairchild : I haven't seen Dixon all day. I've been following his assistant. That's getting me nowhere.
Mason Dixon : Followed? By who?
Newspaper Editor : Following who?
Lois Fairchild : His assistant.
Wilbur Finletter : A spy!
Mason Dixon : A spy?
Lois Fairchild : That's right.
Mason Dixon , Newspaper Editor : What's he look like?
Lois Fairchild : Medium height, medium build...
Wilbur Finletter : It's a she, sir. You know, the strumpet last night. The one with the big...
Lois Fairchild : ... guns and a sword.
Wilbur Finletter : Long blonde...
Lois Fairchild : ... parachute...
Wilbur Finletter : ... sunglasses. Combat boots...
Wilbur Finletter : ... and a dress.
Mason Dixon : There's nothing suspicious about that.
Newspaper Editor : You can't be serious.
Lois Fairchild : What should I do?
Newspaper Editor : Look. I thought I made it perfectly clear. I don't think you've made use of all your potential if you know what I mean.
Mason Dixon : Look, you're obviously tired. Why don't you go take a nap.
Wilbur Finletter : [incredulously] You mean go to bed?
Lois Fairchild : [incredulously] I couldn't do *that*!
Newspaper Editor : Why not? You're a woman.
Wilbur Finletter : I resent that.
Mason Dixon : I didn't say that you were incompetent. I just think you could use a rest.
Lois Fairchild : [resigned] Yes, sir. But I... well. I'll do my best, sir.
Mason Dixon : [hanging up after the sign-off] Goodbye.
Newspaper Editor : [hanging up after the sign-off] Goodbye.
Lois Fairchild : [hanging up after the sign-off] Goodbye.
Wilbur Finletter : [pressing the hook switch a few times] Operator. Operator, I, uh... I've gotten a wrong number, I'd like my dime back.
[at the other end of Finletter's call, the operator is speaking in angry muffled sounds]