Jim rides up to an expensive spa and goes in. The agent tells the desk manager that he’s there on behalf of the crown prince of the South Sea Islands, and the man assures him that they have their best suite prepared. Jim’s room is right next to the prince’s. Jim, undercover, gets directions to the hacienda and looks around the spa. Outside at the buffet, he bumps into a woman and knocks a tray of food out of her hands. He gallantly apologizes for his clumsiness and goes on his way. Two men, Claude Duchamps and Vittorio Pellagrini, compare notes and realize that Jim has arrived...Read the full recap
Coach Driver: This place charges $200 a day for room and board? And taking a mud bath?
Jim: Yeah, but it's very special mud. And besides, they don't allow any tipping.
Prince: Talking to yourself, my dear Artemus?
Artemus: Oh, why, yes, your Highness. Habit I acquired during those lonely nights on the prairie.
Prince: I do talk a great deal to myself. In fact, it's the only conversation I truly enjoy.
Claude Duchamps: Do not worry, dear lady. Time is for the ordinary people.
Lady Beatrice Marquand-Gaynesford: Yes, but three hours?
Vittorio Pellagrini: You are becoming like an American, Lady Beatrice. Time, time, time--always time. Sometimes I think that for them, the universe is a great big clock that God winds up every morning.
Lady Beatrice Marquand-Gaynesford: Blasphemy, Count Vittorio. Shame on you.
Lady Beatrice Marquand-Gaynesford: it's just that I didn't expect to find anyone in here. I say, my heart is quiet in my throat.
James: Would you like some wine to wash it down to its proper place?
Artie: You know something? I've gotta big mouth!
Artemus: Well, can't we play a little roulette or something? I'm wearing my lucky molar.
James: Yeah, but it's got a cavity in it.
Artemus: (wearing South Sea garb) These things are ridiculous.
James: Artie, it’s very colorful.
Artemus: Blue, that’s the color, blue! I’ll die of pneumonia!
James: If you’re going to die, blue’s a lovely color.
Artemus: Feathered capes. It's a wonder every bird in the world hasn't frozen to death.
James: Well, it could be worse. You could be moulting.
Lady Beatrice Marquand-Gaynesford: Oh, I hate you!
James: You've just made my day.
When the servant winds the clock at the beginning of the second act, it's clear despite the overdubbing of a clicking noise that he's not touching the key to the clockface, much less inserting it in the hole.
When Jim punches Claude as he harasses Lady Beatrice, the stunt double looks nothing like Robert Emhardt.
Despite a violent struggle with Vittorio in the mud bath, Jim's loosely folded towels remains firmly in place during the entire fight.