[
talking in his sleep]
Foster Twelvetrees:
Oh... no. Melanie, don't... you mustn't... I'm saving myself for Miss Right.
[
loud knocking]
Foster Twelvetrees:
Oh, no... oh Melanie...
[
more knocking, he wakes]
Foster Twelvetrees:
Eh? Oh! They won't let you enjoy anything in this house.
[
Foster arrives at a remote country house]
Foster Twelvetrees:
Yoo-hoo! I'm here... the entertainment's arrived! I've played empty houses before, but blimey...
[
unpacking in his room, Frankie sets up a load of photographs of himself]
Foster Twelvetrees:
Not bad for 32.
[
referring to the lady of the manor's pet rabbits]
Foster Twelvetrees:
Look at their little noses twitching, wonderful sense of smell, you know. I could smell them before I came round the corner... Look at them, what a lovely pair. May I stroke them? I meant the rabbits!
Reggie Henderson:
Damn moron!
Foster Twelvetrees:
Now watch it, mate!
Reggie Henderson:
The man's a cretin!
Foster Twelvetrees:
That's better.
[
upon being rescued from a meat cleaver-wielding maniac]
Foster Twelvetrees:
If you hadn't come in, it would have been Sixtrees!
[
commenting on the table wine]
Foster Twelvetrees:
It's a bit dry for my taste. I prefer it a bit... wetter.
[
Verity faints while Foster is giving a recitation from Dickens' "The Old Curiosity Shop"]
Foster Twelvetrees:
I was just giving her my "Little Nell."
Reggie Henderson:
You filthy swine!
Foster Twelvetrees:
Do I play the piano? Does Paganini play the trumpet?
Verity Henderson:
Do you play by ear?
Foster Twelvetrees:
No, I'm going to use my fingers.
[
to the coachman who abandons him a half mile from the menacing country house]
Foster Twelvetrees:
I hope your wick shrivels!
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