“She must be exceedingly clever to have beaten the police the way she has for the last few years; and—er—I worship at the shrine of cleverness—especially if it be a woman’s. The idea struck me last night that if she and I should—er—pool our resources, we should not have to complain of the reward.” “Oh, so youse wants to work wid her, eh?” sniffed Rhoda Gray. “So dat’s it, is it?”

He is his master's both-hands, I assure you.

It's no fun to watch animutations when the music doesn't even line up! I think this is a performance issue […]

My dearest Pud, …