He Stayed for Breakfast

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.