IK: Well I went through the apartment thoroughly last night. I even sat down on the couch and tore the place apart mentally, but nothing.
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IK: (After an attempt on his life has failed he's more angry at Napoleon for ruining his sandwich) Must you put ketchup and mustard on everything.
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NS: For the furniture no doubt a half billion dollars worth.
IK: What? In the furniture, oh that's rather sneaky.
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NS: Oh by the way, I recall you saying that you were sitting down on the furniture when you were searching the Van Schreetan place.
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NS: Solo here, well how nice to hear from you after so long. Have that left out feeling do you?
IK: Don't be cute. They almost buried me in the tomb of the unknown spy, when I did manage to get to my feet it took me half an hour to find my trousers.
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NS: How's your head? Illya?
IK: No I did not think of looking in the blasted furniture. It's too obvious a hiding place.
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IK: Well what did he say?
NS: Well… he said he wants you to go to Amsterdam tomorrow and see if you can find out how Max and Joseph pulled off the robbery in the first place.
IK: But why me? Wasn't our report satisfactory?
NS: Well there were one or two details, he couldn't quite understand how you managed to search the place without finding the diamonds in the furniture.
IK: And you told him?
NS: Well, what could I say Illya? I told him you forgot.
IK: You what?
NS: Well Illya you didn't want me to lie to Mr Waverly did you? (To Mary) Would you like to dance my dear?
IK: You blockhead.
NS: Well Illya you should have told me that.
IK: Napoleon.