Woody Allen:
They wanted in Hollywood to make the definitive spy picture. And they came to me to supervise the project, you know, because I think that, if you know me at all, you know that death is my bread and danger my butter - oh, no, danger's my bread, and death is my butter. No, no, wait. Danger's my bread, death - no, death is - no, I'm sorry. Death is my - death and danger are my various breads and various butters.
Phil Moscowitz:
But you said you loved me!
Wing Fat:
I love you in my own way.
Phil Moscowitz:
Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes and bring a cattle prod.
Shepherd Wong:
I'm dying. Call my rabbi.
High Macha Of Rashpur:
They kill, they maim and they call information for numbers they could easily look up in the book.
Phil Moscowitz:
Saracen pig! Spartan dog! Take this! And this! Roman cow! Russian snake! Spanish fly!Anglo-Saxon Hun!
High Macha Of Rashpur:
Good afternoon. I am the Grand Exalted High Macha of Raspur, a nonexistent but real-sounding country.
Phil Moscowitz:
Uh-huh.
High Macha Of Rashpur:
Yes. We're on a waiting list. As soon as there's an opening on the map, we're next.
Wing Fat:
Don't tell me what I can do, or I'll have my mustache eat your beard.
Shepherd Wong:
That's too bad. I was going to marry her. I already put a deposit on twin cemetery plots.
Phil Moscowitz:
No bullets? Ah, but if all of you in the audience who believe in fairies will clap your hands, then my gun will be magically filled with bullets.
Phil Moscowitz:
I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
Suki Yaki:
I managed to find this dress in there, but no underwear.
Phil Moscowitz:
No underwear? I find that very interesting.
Suki Yaki:
Don't excite yourself. I never sleep with a man who owns a dress.
Phil Moscowitz:
Oh, neither do I. I feel exactly the same way.
High Macha Of Rashpur:
[
displaying a printed floor plan] This is Shepherd Wong's home.
Phil Moscowitz:
He lives in that piece of paper?
Phil Moscowitz:
Nothing much to report... oh, somebody tried to shoot me during the credits.
Wing Fat:
This is my mother. We're very close. Isn't she sweet? And the best thing about her is: she can really take a punch.
[
punches her]
Suki Yaki:
So, who did help me escape?
Phil Moscowitz:
Don't you have any idea?
Suki Yaki:
I had an idea that it was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, but there's no motive...
Shepherd Wong:
I didn't order any fumigation! It's Wing Fool, you fat! I mean... it's Wing Fat, you fool!
Suki Yaki:
I'm such a great piece!
Teri Yaki:
I wish Phil would get here. It's getting awfully late.
Suki Yaki:
[
Running to answer a knock at the door] It's Phil, bringing the promise of joy and fulfillment in its most primitive form!
Teri Yaki:
I hope he brought the vibrator.
Shepherd Wong:
You interupt Shepherd Wong? That's the thing to do?
Shepherd Wong:
You want egg salad, I'll give you egg salad! Did you bring the mayonnaise?
Suki Yaki:
Mayonnaise?
Shepherd Wong:
I told you to take a jar!
Suki Yaki:
Boy is he weird.
Shepherd Wong:
Oh, nevermind. If there's none on board, forget it. We'll use Miracle Whip. Heee-yee-hee-hee-ha-ha!
Shepherd Wong:
[
reviewing a lineup of girls in his harem, each elevated on pedestals and visible on camera from the waist down] Loin, flank, sirloin. Why, this is the best shipment of meat we've had this year!
The Interviewer:
Woody, since the story is a bit difficult to follow, would you mind giving the audience and myself a brief rundown on what's gone on so far?
Woody Allen:
[
casually] No.
Wing Fat:
[
Surronded by Shepard Wong's henchman] Ha, ha, ha! The joke's on you, I threw that suitcase overboard to my henchman. He's right out there!
Guy On The Boat:
Hey boss! Hey Boss! I got the bag! Oh, I'm such a terrific henchman!
Cab Driver:
[
Phil tells him to take him to the kidnappers] Did you say "kidnap"?
Phil Moscowitz:
Yeah, that's right.
Cab Driver:
All right, but first it's time for a little sight seeing. Coming up on your right is the world-reknowned factory where the broken Japanese toys are made.
High Macha Of Rashpur:
It is written, "he who makes the best egg salad shall rule over heaven and earth." Don't ask me why egg salad - I've got enough aggravation.
Phil Moscowitz:
[
while printing the microfilm code] And now I will read you some ancient erotic poetry. "There once was a man from Nantucket...”
Wing Fat:
You fool! You're leading me on.
Phil Moscowitz:
How do I know after I give you the recipe you won't kill me.
[
runs his finger over his throat]
Wing Fat:
Kill you? Come on.
[
opens jacket]
Wing Fat:
Does this look like the body of a killer?
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