SPECTATOR: Help! What is it?
ROGER: Where's your buddy?
SPECTATOR: Who do you mean?
ROGER: The guy who was sitting in the next seat - where is he?
SPECTATOR: I don't know anything about him; he suddenly got up and left, that's all. Please - I can't breathe!
ROGER: Which way did he go?
SPECTATOR: Towards the exit, that way!
ROGER: OK! I'm going to get that son of a bitch this time!
ROGER: Mind out! Out of my way, damn it! Out of my damn way!
HENSON: Alright then mister, the game's up!
SPECTATOR: Oh no, not again! What is it?
HENSON: I'm a police officer. You'd better start talking, and fast!
MORRIS: Don't you think we ought to follow the other two guys? I mean, this old gentleman may not have anything to do with them.
HENSON: When I want your advice, Morris, I'll ask for it. Very well, you can follow them; I'll take care of this character. Come along with me, my friend. I warn you, you'd better not try any funny business....
