- Mr. Westlake: And how goes things at the Palace? All your guests quite happy?
- Max Tracey: Oh, much the same as usual, sir. Everyone tends to be pessimistic before dinner and optimistic after dinner.
- Mr. Westlake: And the ladies?
- Max Tracey: The sins of the mothers have become the principles of the daughters.
- Max Tracey: Who's that lady?
- Hotel clerk: 210-11-12.
- Max Tracey: But her name?
- Hotel clerk: Robertson. MISS Robertson. Miss Sylvia Robertson. Here with her Pa. Arrived yesterday from Johannesburg. Leaves tomorrow. Destination: the Austrian Tyrol. Age: 20. Unmarried. FEMALE. Is there anything else you'd like to know?
- Sylvia Robertson: [nods toward foreigner] Russian.
- Mr. Robertson: Armenian.
- Sylvia Robertson: Maybe Bulgarian.
- Mr. Robertson: Vulgarian.
- [chuckles]
- Mr. Robertson: Whatever he is, he's got whiskers like a goat.