- [introduction]
- Alfred Hitchcock: [Hitchcock is wearing a bowler hat and a gaudy cravat while holding a vintage riding crop with both hands as he leans against a coin-operated mechanical horse; he speaks in an affected pompous accent throughout] Good evening. I firmly believe that everyone should indulge now and then in some form of athletic sport, don't you? Personally, I don't require much exercise, since I lead a very Spartan existence. But when I do, I find my needs are adequately filled by such sports as riding or reading the less violent portions of the Sunday papers. Of course, for a true test of bodily coordination, I think there's nothing better than lying in a hammock, but I suppose that would only appeal to those of you who enjoy living dangerously. As for tonight's play, it is called, "My Brother, Richard" and it begins in a country club. By the way, golf is one game I've never cared much for. I don't like the paperwork. I find adding up my strokes too fatiguing.
- [first lines]
- Laura Ross: If you keep stuffing papers into that case, Martin, you won't have room for a clean shirt.
- [last lines]
- Martin Ross: Your boy is safe now, Mrs. Kopeck. We all are because of you. That'll be our defense. Yours and mine.
- [afterword]
- Alfred Hitchcock: [Still in his faux riding outfit, Hitchcock is now leaning against the mechanical horse] Thus ends "My Brother, Richard." Needless to say, Mrs. Grant was brought to trial, but fortunately, the jury took into account many of the circumstances which we saw reenacted tonight.
- [takes off bowler hat]
- Alfred Hitchcock: On our next program, we shall present another story, and I will also be back to provide the marginalia. Until then, good night.