Talking Corpse Murder Case aka Catty Corpse Murder Case

Mr. Van, there's a lady to see in the outer office. She has no appointment, will you see her? All right. Where's Miss Dering?

Oh, your secretary's out to lunch, Mr. Van. What's the name of the lady who's calling on me? I don't know. She can hardly talk, Mr. Van. She just managed to tell me she had us see you.

She's either awfully scared or terribly unhappy about something. Send her in, please. Come in, please, won't you? Thank you. Sit down, if you will, and tell me how I can help you. I can help you.

Almost a bit. Oh, it's quite all right, you are safe. Won't you calm yourself and tell me what's troubling you? Mr. Van Sarthe. I saw him. I heard him speak. Who speak? My husband. Well, that doesn't sound like anything.

It'll break you up this way. But you don't understand. Oh, I don't imagine I do. What's so unusual about seeing your husband and hearing him speak? He's dead. I buried him 10 months ago. Stop that flow!

Stop it, huh? Stop it! Stop it when this plate cracks against your head instead of a wall! You little devil! I ought to come! You wait for me! Keep away from me, George. I'll let you have it with this lamp!

You wouldn't do that, you're ever-loving husband, now, would you? Would I? You bet I would! Take your hands off the lamp, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you the way I did. Honey...

Honey, honestly, I didn't mean to. George, why do you do things like that? Honey. Oh, George. George, how did a girl like me ever get tangled up with somebody like you? How? Port your arms, Rommy Flow.