Call the Fremonts, fast! And for Pete's sake, don't let them eat anything!
[the killer is crushed to death in a garbage truck] He died a fitting end for the garbage he was.
Good day, are you Mr. Ramses? I'm Dorothy Fremont. Well, I heard about you from a friend of mine, Annette Dupree. I'm giving a dinner party in two weeks for my daughter, and Mrs. Dupree says that you cater to just about the type of thing I'm looking for. I want something usual, something totally different.
Yes, Mrs. Fremont. I do cater to unusual affairs. What do you consider to be unusual?
Oh, I don't know. What do you recommend?
Have you ever had... an Egyptian Feast?
Do you think we should park here? Do you think it's safe?
On second thought, you might be safer with the killer than you are with me.
Ramses was the killer we've been looking for. Mrs. Fremont, I'm afraid this feast is evidence of murder!
Oh dear! The guests will have to eat hamburgers for dinner tonight.