- [first lines]
- Alfred Hitchcock: Good evening. I have a request for those of you who are not watching television... Please turn on your set. I'm sure I look much worse in the flamboyant Technicolor of your imagination than I do in the austere black and white of television. Thank you. I'm sure that's much better. Although it may still be one color too many. Black and white are very fitting this evening. As a matter of fact, we considered edging the entire picture in black, but we gave that up. It would have been decidedly unfair to those of you with very small picture tubes, or narrow imaginations. Tonight's fable is about Monday Laughton. A nice little old lady with a penchant for funerals. You shall learn more about Miss Laughton after our sponsor gives this brief but heartfelt eulogy in behalf of his product.
- Frank Bramwell: [threatening Miss Laughton with a knife] Do you dig up that money right now, or do I use this on you?
- Monica Laughton: I haven't quite decided.
- [last lines]
- Alfred Hitchcock: Ah well, as the French tell us, "C'est la mort." I thought rat poison was charmingly appropriate, didn't you? After all, "Sweets to the sweet." And, I can think of no better time to segue into our next theme. After which, I'll segue back to you.
- [commercial break]
- Alfred Hitchcock: The opinions expressed by my sponsor, are his. Those of you who wish may join us again next week. When we'll be back with another play. Good night.