Cabin B.

Next door.

En voiture!

Cabin B is ours?

Cabin K is vacant.

Pick up, double cabin 124 16 000 1 984 000

The cab started shaking...

I thought the compartment was empty.

Down in my cabin.

I saw a booth in disorder.

Too late off the board.

En voiture, s'il vous plaît!

Paul Regret, cabin 39.

This compartment had to be closed up.

How about that one over there?

This compartment right here is called the outer compartment.

The cabin is open or closed, as you like.

It's a firstclass compartment, isn't it?

Step lively. And now, sir, I'd like to have a word with you in the cabin, if I may.

(Laughter)

Yeah, at the opera, right in the front box.

The rest of the people in the compartment and the stewards.

I'm afraid you're in the wrong compartment, sir.

You have an egress and regress to the gentlemen in the cabin, but, uh, can you keep that many secrets?

Someone's pinked him, for certain.

How much water in the power compartment?

In the back of the box, behind the curtain.

Abandon your cabin. It's everyone for himself.

Didn't I tell you that compartment was quaranteened?

Door, door, door, you know, color, you know what I'm saying.

And then this inner compartment in here, is called the matrix.

Awful man in the next compartment smoking a vile cigar.

Mr. Wilde and Mr. Pitman will remain on the bridge.

That one of mine goes in Drawing Room A.

There was a gate to the inner court over against the other gate, both on the north and on the east and he measured from gate to gate one hundred cubits.

And the gate of the inner court was over against the gate toward the north, and toward the east and he measured from gate to gate an hundred cubits.

The cabin was nearly 12 ft (3.6 m) across.

In the last compartment, only two professors could enter the third remained on the platform.

As we passed this compartment, Miss Froy stumbled in.

Hitler, of course, will be sitting in the royal box tonight.

You'll come. You'll make a famous cabin boy, Hawkins!

He's registered as Paul Regret, cabin number 39. He has no luggage.

You know? They don't imagine the person in the booth, typing it all.

Cabin restaurants, as they're known in the trade, are venues for forced prostitution.

I'd better phone over and tell 'em I'm here. Have him show you the cabin, honey.