Jamesir Bensonmum Quotes in Murder by Death (1976)

Dora Charleston: Thank you. You are?

Jamesir Bensonmum: Bensonmum.

Dora Charleston: Thank you, Benson.

Jamesir Bensonmum: No, no, no, no, no... Bensonmum. My name is Bensonmum.

Dick Charleston: Bensonmum?

Jamesir Bensonmum: Yes, sir. Jamesir Bensonum.

Dick Charleston: Jamesir?

Jamesir Bensonmum: Yes, sir.

Dick Charleston: Jamesir Bensonmum?

Jamesir Bensonmum: Yes, sir.

Dick Charleston: How odd.

Jamesir Bensonmum: My father's name, sir.

Dick Charleston: What was your father's name?

Jamesir Bensonmum: Howard. Howard Bensonmum.

Dick Charleston: Your father was Howard Bensonmum?

Dora Charleston: Leave it be, Dickie. I've had enough.

Jamesir Bensonmum: She murdered herself in her sleep, sir.

Dick Charleston: You mean suicide?

Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh no, it was murder, all right. Mrs. Twain HATED herself.

Jamesir Bensonmum: Tell me, as the only survivor, how did you deduce it was me?

Sidney Wang: Went back to theory seldom used today: Butler did it.

Jamesir Bensonmum: Ten people for dinner and I'm serving them hot nothing. You can't get good help today.

Inspector Milo Perrier: Since we cannot call for a doctor, I will need a cold compress for my chaffeur, and a cup of hot chocolate for me, n'est ce pa?

Jamesir Bensonmum: I don't think we have any Nespa, sir. Just Hershey's.

Milo Perrier: [after the lights have gone out in Twain's dining room] Be quiet everyone! I smell something! It's - Good God! - FRANKS AND BEANS!

Jamesir Bensonmum: I'm afraid that's all we have, sir.

Jamesir Bensonmum: May I get your bags, sir?

Sidney Wang: Oh, no, no. Son will get bags. That is why I adopted him.

Sidney Wang: What that?

[points to large cage in wall]

Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh, it's nothing, sir. Just the cat.

[loud barking and growling issues from cage]

Sidney Wang: That cat? You feed cat dog food?

Jamesir Bensonmum: I'm afraid he's a very angry cat, sir. Mr. Twain had him "fixed," and he didn't want to be.

Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh, Yes. As you can see, I can see.

Sidney Wang: So I see.

Sidney Wang: Quiet, please. Observe strange sounds.

[the room is filled with hideous death-groans]

Dora Charleston: Good God! The face! It's coming from the face!

[Sure enough, that agonized moaning issues from the African death-mask on the wall]

Dick Charleston: The victim of that tribal ritual, actually going through his final moments of death! What could it mean?

Jamesir Bensonmum: It means dinner is ready, sir. We have no gong.

Milo Perrier: One moment, where is the soup?

Jamesir Bensonmum: In your dish, sir!

Milo Perrier: There is nothing in my dish but my dish.

Jamesir Bensonmum: Good evening. We have been expecting you.

Sidney Wang: Yes, but in what condition?

Jamesir Bensonmum: I prefer to be called... Rita!