A chifforobe.

That's the first place they'll look.

You have a large wardrobe.

It's in the wardrobe at the bottom, be quick.

On the floor, by the closet.

No, I prefer the closet. The closet?

Somebody was hiding in that closet.

You were talking about the closet.

Try one of those suits in the closet.

Do you often smoke in clothes closets?

The object was the knob on the closet door.

I'll buy a whole new wardrobe. London, Vienna, Paris.

Uncle. Why are you hiding in the closet?

I didn't kill him. I was the one in the closet.

There's this old chifforobe in the yard, and II said,

From that you inferred someone had been hiding in the closet.

I've often been in that closet.

We'll look into his wardrobe and we'll see what is missing.

When Evans came through the window to let her in, you hid in the closet.

I have a mirror for shaving, a basin for washing and a closet to hang my coat.

You said when the closet door opened, Maria received a bump on the head.

A string from a Lonely Heart badge was on her dress in the closet.

One day she asked me to come inside the fence... and bust up a chifforobe for her.

Robinson, you're pretty good at bustin' up chifforobes and kindling' with one hand, aren't ya?

Now then, whoever was in that closet... opened the door and knocked Maria unconscious.

He was hiding in the closet when she came into the room with the Spaniard.

For instance, I found this cigarette butt crushed out in her clothes closet.

I don't mind your smoking in my room, but not in my closet.

We wake up in the morning and we open the closet and we feel that we decide what to wear.

What's more... a lovely big wardrobe, a dressing table... a table, a bathroom and...

Whoever the man was that was in that closet... had a reason to be in that closet.

You come in here, boy, and bust up this chifforobe, and I'll give you a nickel.

And she said to just step on the chair yonder... and get that box down from on top of the chifforobe.

Mama, I just made a sale.

If you come to my apartment and see my closet, I'm sure you'd figure out why it's a mess.

Book room.

Extractor Hood

I gazed into the pastry cases.

Can you imagine going to your closet, pulling out a mothball, and chewing on it if you're feeling depressed?

Because in fact, this is child labor. My son and his wife sat in a closet for many years and developed this.

In the closet.

Here in the window.

In the cupboard.

Yeah, believe it or not... we were stranded in Pittsburgh with 3 between us... crammed into one room the size of that closet.

What's in the closet?