The Death Trap AFRS

Data, Joe, too. I don't talk to strangers. Well, every night's strange is exactly... I'm usually not. Data, I said. Well, you don't have to get tough about it. Go on, go on, scram, and don't come back.

The only place I want to see you is in the morgue. Mr. and Mrs. North starring Joseph Curtin and Alice Frost. Listen, as Pam and Jerry saw the mystery, the death traps. A few miles uptown from where the North live, in the cellar of an old brownstone apartment house, A woman sits at a table playing solitaire.

Her hair is blonde, platinum blonde, and her eyes are sultry. Behind her an anxious young man is nervously pacing the floor. You're gonna wear out those shoes, Benny? We'll be the first time. What the devil is keeping, Nick?

You give him a chance, will you? He's gotta check the whole setup before we can lift a finger. What for? Don't you think I know how to case a job? Look, Beanie. Nick, don't trust anybody when it comes to a kidnapping job.

The way he works. Careful. You like it, I suppose? I like staying out of jail. I like a meal ticket that's nice and steady, too. What's the matter with me? I'd be the best meal ticket in the world if you'd only let me.

I'd give you anything you wanted, flow anything. Sure. For a while, you would. For as long as you wanted me. Stop it, kid, you're dreaming. What are you doing? Using my head. When you get to be my age, you don't run off of little boys that fall in love with you.

You stick to somebody's solid. Somebody's been around for a long time. But Nick... How long are we going to go on like this? Making love behind his back. Aching to be alone together and having him put his fat paws all over his head.