In Kansas City, industrialist Curtis Langley Dodd is at home playing the piano, unaware that a crossbow is mounted inside. Dodd’s butler Griffin answers the door to find Jim and Artie there. They ask to see Dodd but the butler refuses to let them in. When they hear the piano playing, Jim grabs Griffin and demands that he confirm that Dodd is playing the piano. When he does, Jim insists that he open the door. Griffin does so but then calls in two manservants to deal with agents. Jim goes to find Dodd and runs into Elaine Dodd, Dodd’s wife. She insists that he leave but Jim says that her husband is danger. He goes to the lounge and tells Dodd to stop, just as Griffin comes in with a gun. As Jim struggles for the gun, the crossbow goes off, killing Dodd...Read the full recap
Artemus is about to be decapitated by a paper-cutting machine.
: Emma gloats over Jim's unconscious body.
Emma's men capture Artemus.
James and Artemus receive a wedding invitation and a box of chocolates.
Colonel Crockett: I'll tell you, I'd rather take on a pack of screaming Comanches any day then one of these mad dog killers.
Emma Valentine: Mr. West, have you ever been discovered?
James: I didn't know that anyone was looking for me.
Emma Valentine: You. You, Mr. West. You're not gaudy or shrill. You're just too, too wonderfully compelling. You're a quiet, terribly attractive young man whose game is, uh, life... and death.
Emma Valentine: Which do you prefer? Blondes, brunettes, or redheads?
James: Yes. All three.
Emma Valentine: Mr. West, what do you notice first in a woman?
James: Her lips, her eyes, her hair. Her figure. But not necessarily in that order.
Emma Valentine: On the basis of your answers, it would seem that your ideal mate is a combination of Aphrodite, Helen of Troy, and Lola Montez. Oh, Mr. West, I'm afraid it can't be done.
James: Oh, Frankly I like to do my own shopping anyway.
Emma Valentine: And you adore shopping, don't you, Mr. West? Because all those fluffy-headed little girls thrill to the touch of you.
Emma Valentine: On the basis of your answers, it would seem that your ideal mate is a combination of Aphrodite, Helen of Troy, and Lola Montez.
Lola Montez was a famous Irish dancer and actress, who was the courtesan and mistress to King Ludwig I of Bavaria, making her the Countess of Landsfeld. From 1851 to 1853, she performed in the U.S., and died in 1861.