There’s a lot more to this caper than uncomfortable fantasy dresses made of lead crystal and complicated accessory decisions.
In Nightmare Adventures: The Witch’s Prison, our heroine is checking out the books owned by the creepy groundskeeper.
He’s got “David Coperfield” by Edmund Wells. That might be good.
Ah, it made me smile… a reference to Monty Python’s bookshop sketch.
Sally’s agent, Bill, attempts to solace her.
It’s television, Sally. People leave jobs all the time. Others, like you, are asked to leave under sinister circumstances with the threat of criminal charges hanging over them. Don’t think of it as an end so much as a full stop.
‘Are you married?’
‘Yes. I am.’
‘Horrible business, isn’t it? ‘
He paused and gazed lugubriously at a pump attendant giving free stamps with change. ‘Growing old together…. Horrible!’
Image from the audiobook read by the immensely talented Robin Bailey. Oh, his rendition of Rupert Margolis… fabulous and funny!
On top of the pile was an unpublished collection called Seals, Crests, and Coats of Arms of Some British Organizations, Being an Attempt to Classify Their Genealogies and Histories. It was by somebody named H. Probisher Protherham whom Lenox thanked his lucky stars he didn’t know. A man who could write a treatise on crests was a man capable of anything, was Lenox’s feeling. Give him open rein at a dinner party and there was no level of tediousness he might not achieve.
“Ah, but your death would have distressed the dear woman. I got my thanks,” he added, with a smile that certainly would have driven Emerson to violence. “When she kissed me. it was quite a touching scene, I believe.”
“She thought you were dying. We all thought so.”
“As you see, I was not obliging enough to finish the process.”
I’m afraid you’re a scenic snob. To me, this is a mountain. When I fall over the edge of this precipice, I shall not be found with a sneer on my lips because the drop was merely five hundred feet instead of a thousand.
Amelia Peabody in The Hippopotamus Pool by Elizabeth Peters
Amelia Peabody in The Snake, the Crocodile & the Dog by Elizabeth Peters
I love this sentiment by Amelia Peabody from Crocodile On The Sandbank by Elizabeth Peters.
“And what about me?” I asked.
Emerson was unable to ignore the opportunity.
“God help the poor mummy who encounters you, Peabody,” he said bitterly. “We ought to supply it with a pistol, to even the odds.”
Monk: Mr Monk’s Favorite Show
Jeff Regan meets Louie Desmond, Five Aces Club Proprietor…
Desmond: Never saw you around here before, Regan.
Regan: Well, I can’t afford it.
Desmond: Oh, don’t say that. Some people go out of here with more than they come in with.
Regan: Yeah… you.
Regan’s conversation with Desmond isn’t panning out…
Regan: Y’know, you talk a lot, Mister, but you don’t say much!
After the conversation…
The alley behind the Five Aces Club hadn’t been dusted in a week. My brown flannel suit fixed that.
Regan decides to report to his boss, The Lyon, at 1am.
The Lyon: I told you not to bother me until after 10am!
Regan: It’s no bother.
The Lyon refuses to quit the case, since he’s already accepted payment.
Regan: You got that $50 spent?!
The Lyon: It’s not the money, it’s the moral obligation.
Regan: Oh, stop it, will ya?! You don’t give blood anymore, since you found out somebody’d pay for it!
The Lyon: You’re getting outta line!
Regan: You’re the only guy in town who can turn a shaving cut into a bankroll!!