PC Leaves (it’s his name) leaves.
Lady W: Do you think he suspects?
Syd: He hasn’t a clue!
Stiff: He’s not alone.
Syd: Are you still alive?
Stiff: I’m ‘invincible!’
Lady W: I can see you!
Lady W: As plain as this!
The dagger gets the stiff ‘really’ dead.
Lady W: Now that ‘we’ have cleared the field, the Whom fortune is mine!
Lady W: Yes, mine, take this!
Syd: A bottle with ‘Poison!’ writ on it!
Lady W: I’m all out of knives.
Syd: Do you really think I’m going to drink this?
Lady W: Not at all – that’s why I coated the bottle in poison.
Lady W: …win?
PC Leaves returns.
PC: I’m going to need a bigger notebook!
PC Leaves leaves