- Salesman,: [questioning] Are you Mr. Donald Duck?
- Donald Duck: [trembling] Y-yes, sir.
- Salesman,: I've been lookin' for you.
- [revealing loads of horror novels and vulgar story books from inside his large coat]
- [first lines]
- Radio Voice: Relax, just relax. Let your imagination go. Now turn out the light. Ah, there, that's better. My story begins: a woman speaks.
- [a woman screams]
- [last lines]
- Radio Voice: Really nothing there, is there? Well, possibly it was only your imagination.
- Donald Duck: [dazed] Yeah, uh-huh. Imagination.
- Detective Hennessey: Now it's the pearls and the whole dame that's missing.
- Donald Duck: What dame?
- Detective Hennessey: "What dame?" he's asking.
- [suddenly turns around behind him to embrace Pauline]
- Detective Hennessey: Why, this dame. The dame whose pearls you snatched.
- [lets her go and then faces Donald again]
- Detective Hennessey: Now are you gonna cough 'em up...
- [takes out a switchblade and presses the blade against Donald's throat]
- Detective Hennessey: ... or am I gonna have to cut 'em outta ya?
- Colleen: Hello, Mabel, this is Colleen. Have you seen my pearls around anyplace? Well, you know they're a priceless heirloom, handed down from my great-great-great-great-great grandmother... or somebody, I think.