Doreta: Madame, there's an Indian in the apartment!
Marianna Duval: Well, you needn't be so frightened. He's not an Indian. He's only an assassin.
Doreta: Madame, I'm very tolerant of the manner in which my employers amuse themselves. But when they start filling their apartments with naked assassins - I give my notice.
Marianna Duval: Use your head, Doreta. He's the fake policeman of last night.
Paul Boliet: [enters wearing a blanket and looks out of window] The police still have the block surrounded, I'll have to stay.
Marianna Duval: There, you see, Doreta. He has to stay.
Doreta: Well, I don't.
Paul Boliet: You'll earn the gratitude of the Party...
Doreta: I'm no Communist. I worked hard for my savings and I'm splitting with nobody - revolution or no revolution.
Marianna Duval: Doreta, hand me my robe. If the revolution's coming, I want to be properly dressed for it.
Paul Boliet: Where's the bathtub?
Marianna Duval: I thought Communists never bathed.
Paul Boliet: Fascist propaganda! Where's the tub?
Marianna Duval: In there.