CLUE Flashcards
WADSWORTH: Mrs. Peacock, I presume.
PEACOCK: Who? Oh yes! That’s me!
WADSWORTH: I see you two know each other.
PEACOCK: Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve never seen this woman before in my life.
YVETTE: Champagne?
PEACOCK: My lips belong to the Lord!
WADSWORTH: Please, make yourself comfortable in the Lounge.
PEACOCK: Thank you. Oh! For your hospitality . . . . And there’s a couple benjamins hidden under the caramels for you, butler.
WADSWORTH: How . . . sticky.
PEACOCK: I expect to be treated like the wife of a . . .
WADSWORTH: Hold that thought. Right this way. After you, Mrs. Peacock.
PEACOCK: Oh my, look at the detail of this molding; this is quite a magnificent mansion, isn’t it . . .
AHHH! Who are you?!
WADSWORTH: Mrs. Peacock.
PEACOCK: How d’ you do?
WADSWORTH: You’ll find your names beside your places. Please be seated.
ALL: (Ad-libbing) Do you see my tag? / Is that me? / This looks lovely. (Etc.)
WADSWORTH: Thank you, Cook.
PEACOCK: All right then, what’s all this about, butler; this dinner party?
WADSWORTH: All in good time, sir.
PEACOCK: What is that smell? It’s something . . . familiar.
YVETTE: Shark’s fin soup.
PEACOCK: My favorite!
YVETTE: Bon appétit!
PEACOCK: This is delicious.
Oooh, this is yum yum yummy yum yum Well, I guess I’ll break the ice, I mean, I’ll be the one to get the ball rolling, I mean, I’m used to being a hostess; it’s an integral part of my life as the wife of a . . . Oh, I forgot we’re not supposed to say who we really are. But, oh well, I mean, I have no idea what we’re doing here, but I’m very intrigued and oh, my, this soup is delicious isn’t it?
PLUM: Washington? So you must be a politician’s wife, Mrs. Peacock?
PEACOCK: Yes, I am.
SCARLET: Who’s your husband? Maybe I know him.
PEACOCK: I . . . well, he’s . . . Mrs. White, you’ve been awfully quiet. What does your husband do?
WHITE: Well, he . . . just lies around his back all day.
PEACOCK: How lazy!
GREEN: Sorry?!
PEACOCK: Mr. Green—what do you do in Washington?
GREEN: Oh, I’d better not say. I like to follow the rules.
PEACOCK: Well, if I wasn’t trying to keep the conversation going, then we would just be sitting here in an embarrassed silence.
PLUM: Are you afraid of silence, Mrs. Peacock?
PEACOCK: Yes. No. Why?
SCARLET: Sure do.
PEACOCK: Does anyone here not live in Washington?
WHITE: Oh yes, good thinking, Miss. Scarlet.
PEACOCK: What are we doing?
WADSWORTH: We’ll meet in the Study.
ALL: (Ad-lib) Lovely door / We didn’t hear a thing. / There’s a door over there?!
PEACOCK: Oh, for goodness sake! Who was at the door?! I demand to know what’s going on!
WADSWORTH: Can I interest any of you in fruit or dessert?
ALL: NO!
GREEN: Well, where is our host?
PEACOCK: He’s not here! Nobody’s here! What is happening?!
SCARLET: Cigarette? It’ll calm your nerves.
PEACOCK: I don’t smoke!
WADSWORTH. “It will be to your advantage to be present on this date because Mr. Boddy will bring to an end a certain long standing confidential and painful financial liability.”
ALL: (Ad-libbing) Yes! / Yes, that’s what my letter said / Indeed! (Etc.)
WADSWORTH: For some considerable time all of you have been paying more than you can afford to someone who threatens to expose you.
PEACOCK: Oh, please! What’s someone going to blackmail me for? I go to church every Sunday!
WADSWORTH. But now, I’m sure that even the least discerning amongst you has determined that the man behind your ransom . . . is Mr. Boddy himself.
PEACOCK: Yes, I figured as much, but who is this fellow?!
WADSWORTH. Yeah, well, he did.
PEACOCK: How awful! You know, someday there will be a reckoning for men like you!
SCARLET: Me too.
PEACOCK: You’re disgusting.
WADSWORTH: Are you making moral judgments, Mrs. Peacock?
PEACOCK: Well, I —
WADSWORTH: How then, do you justify taking bribes in return for delivering Senator Peacock’s votes to certain lobbyists?
PEACOCK: My husband is a paid consultant. There’s nothing sinful about that!
SCARLET: I’d say it stinks.
PEACOCK: When were you in the men’s room?
PLUM: So, it’s true?!
PEACOCK: No, it’s a vicious lie!
WADSWORTH: But you’ve been paying blackmail for over a year now to keep that story out of the papers. Seems a little . . . sticky, no?
PEACOCK: Now see here—
SCARLET: I run a non-governmental agency that handles . . . classified affairs.
PEACOCK: Affairs?! In Washington?!
WADSWORTH: So—there you have it.
PEACOCK: Have what?!
MUSTARD: And what does he want from us?
PEACOCK: Who cares?! I’m not waiting to find out! I’ve done nothing wrong! I’m leaving!
WADSWORTH: I’m sorry, Mrs. Peacock. You can stay in denial, but you cannot leave this house!
PEACOCK: I am the wife of a great Senator! You can’t tell me what to do!
Locked?!
WADSWORTH: There’s no way out!
ALL: (Ad-lib) Locked?! / This is an outrage!/ You can’t hold us hostage! / Why?! (Etc.)
BODDY: How d’you do?
PEACOCK: Who do you think you are? I’ll have you brought to Congress!
WADSWORTH: There is one more piece of information you may like to have.
ALL: What?!
WADSWORTH: The police are coming in less than an hour!
ALL: (Ad-lib) What? / In less than an hour?! / The police?! / What are you talking about? (Etc.)
Boddy: Unless . . .
ALL: Unless What?!
BODDY: I think some of you would face a lifetime of jail, and others, a lifetime of shame.
ALL: (Ad-lib) How dare you keep us here?! / Do you know who I am? / Get that briefcase!