Diamond in the Rough

Here's Dick Powell as Richard Diamond. Private detective. Oh, I was a minute. Have a good lunch, Mr. Diamond.

Too early to tell. Hey, you're my shaver the dull race. You got a scratch on your face. I use a rake. Hey, here you are, Mr. Diamond. Thanks, Ed. Good afternoon, gentlemen. What can I do for the phone?

That was nifty, Ziggy. That's him. Dip them up and drag them over to the jazz, Ziggy. Sure thing. He's really odd. Yeah. See if he can bring him around. He is shamelessly missed anything. You know, would you mind holding my ass can handle it?

Mike, break his jaw. Pleasure, Ziggy. Diamond. Diamond. He looks like he ain't gonna make it. Maybe you slapped him too hard. You hate me, Ziggy. You know how careful I am. Yeah. Kind of spit your water.

I was lying in the middle of a crowded sink and somewhat had piled all the dishes on my head. They turned on the faucet and I floated up with a dirty coffee cup and took a look around.

I treaded water and squatted through my dewy eyelids at two of the ugliest dishwatches I'd ever seen. He's twitching? Oh. Seems like he's just lazy. Diamond. Let us know when things stop making sense. Oh, that's a dirty trick.

Oh, he's talking screwy. What's the dirty trick, Diamond? I'm stuck on the drain. I think you've hit him too hard. He's liable to be talking like that from now on. Give it time. Give it time.

The Diamond, you'll pull yourself out. Yeah. How did your monkeys get in here anyway? He's back! Not good awake, Ziggy, but keep him with us. Hey, wait a minute. Let's go. It's enough, Ziggy. Can you hear me, Diamond?