Very good! You're so extraordinary, Zero. Thank you. A moment of silence in memoriam of a devoted servant killed violently during the conduct of his duties.
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Gustave H! You are a fugitive from justice!
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You sick, pathetic creep. I hate you.
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Well done, Zero!
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Come on! Let's go!
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MONK: Psst.
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It's temporary but it's the best I can offer, I'm afraid. And how's your wonderful mother? She's very well, thank you. I adore her. Send my love. I will.
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I know exactly who you are. It's uncanny. You're little Albert. I'm terribly embarrassed. Release them.
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Never mind, Monsieur Gustave! Let them proceed! GUSTAVE H: Ow! That hurts!
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I'm the son of Dr. and Mrs. Wolfgang Henckels-Bergersdörfer.
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My men and I apologize for disturbing you.
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I beg your pardon, sir.
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My name is Henckels.
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Release them.
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Hmm.
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The identity of the owner of the hotel was unknown to all of us. Each month, his emissary, known as Deputy Kovacs, arrived to review the books and convey messages on behalf of the mysterious proprietor. On these occasions, Monsieur Gustave and our business manager, Herr Becker, met with him in private consultation above Reception.
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There's really no point in doing anything in life, because it's all over in the blink of an eye... And, the next thing you know, rigor mortis sets in. Oh, how the good die young. With any luck, she's left a few Klubecks for your old friend, but one never knows until the ink is dry on the death certificate.
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She tried to tell me she had a premonition. I didn't listen. All of Lutz will be dressed in black, except her own ghastly, deceitful children whom she loathed and couldn't bear to kiss hello. They'll be dancing like gypsies.
